“Winter…” Fox sighed. Relief and joy warred in his chest. He was still worried about Winter and his family, but it was quickly getting buried under mounting need.
Winter turned his face and captured Fox’s mouth in a consuming kiss that wiped away any further thought in his brain. He wanted this man completely. He didn’t want to think anymore. Didn’t want to worry or fear. Just wanted to be swept away in Winter’s touch and hunger.
Fox threw his arms around Winter’s neck, holding him so tight. They were pressed together from chest to knee so nothing could get between them, and it was still not close enough. Winter’s tongue plundered his mouth and Fox moaned, loving the feel of him, the strength of the hands moving over his body.
“Want you. In my bed. Waiting for me. Begging for me,” Winter said roughly between hard kisses.
“Yes,” Fox cried. He lifted his mouth and tilted his head back, allowing Winter to kiss down his neck. He wanted all that. To simply hand himself over and let Winter pound him into the mattress. He didn’t want to think anymore. Just feel. The car chase, the prophecy, all the worry about whether he was going to die at any moment, it was all too much. Winter would help him escape for just a little while.
“Just…one thing.”
Something about Winter’s tone had Fox blinking and his brain fighting to come online. The vampire sounded hesitant and unsure, which was very unlike Winter.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not wrong. I…” Winter paused and lowered his gaze as if he couldn’t quite meet Fox’s gaze. “When I meet one of my hookups, I always wear a condom, so they feel safe. They don’t know I’m a vampire, that I can’t give them a disease. The first time we were together, I did it out of habit, but I was thinking, since you do know what I am…I mean, if you would still rather—”
Fox placed his trembling hand over Winter’s mouth and leaned his forehead to his cheek, just trying to breathe through the insane rush of desire that was plowing through him. Winter inside of him, bare. Winter coming deep inside of him. The heat. The feel. He’d never been bare with anyone, and the idea was about to tip him over the edge.
“Yes. To all of it, yes. Just stop talking or I’m gonna come in my pants,” Fox groaned.
He could feel Winter’s smile against his fingers. Those magical lips moved, kissing his hand over and over again until Fox finally replaced them with his own mouth. As much as he wanted Winter to fuck him, he was pretty sure he could happily spend the next few hours simply kissing the man.
Winter laughed, and Fox couldn’t stop his own smile. He’d never laughed and kissed someone at the same time, but for as much trouble as he was in, Winter just made him happy.
“We need to stop,” Winter murmured without pulling away.
“I know, but your mouth is addictive.”
Winter hummed, deepening the kiss for a moment, and then breaking it off. “I had no idea.”
“Good. No one else needs to be tasting these kisses. They’re all mine now.”
The words were out of Fox’s mouth before he could even think about what he was saying. In his own defense, there was no longer any blood flowing to his brain. It was all trapped in his cock and balls.
Winter pulled back and sort of blinked at him. His smile didn’t quite fade, but he did look…surprised. Fox swallowed, his tongue suddenly tied. Did he try to make it into a joke?
“Get your ass upstairs. If you’re going to claim my lips, I want to see which parts of you I want to lay claim to,” Winter growled.
And just like that, thought snapped off again.
“Yeah, okay,” Fox panted.
They practically ran up the stairs to the main floor of the loft. Fox couldn’t stand still while Winter disarmed the security system. The second the door was open, Fox was charging upstairs, as Winter darted toward the kitchen. A grin played on his lips as he realized his vampire was getting a quick snack so he wouldn’t be tempted to bite.
Somehow, he made it up the stairs to the sound of Winter’s laughter. He paused long enough to strip off his shirt and toss it onto the floor. His fingers attacked the button and zipper on his jeans as he crossed the hall to Winter’s bedroom. It was a little plainer than he’d expected with a simple queen-sized mattress and a pair of simple wooden nightstands. There was yet another guitar in the corner and a mundane dresser with six drawers.
He kicked off his shoes in the hall and shoved the pants down his hips. Throwing off his jeans, he left them near the open door. Hopping from one foot to the other, he stripped off his socks as he moved to the left nightstand. The top drawer was equally boring with a bottle of moisturizing lotion and two bottles of lube. Did vampires get dry skin? Fox was more than happy to help Winter with that problem. He’d cover the man in lotion to keep his skin silky soft.