Nox wrinkled his brow. “Why do you say that?”
Luca made a show of looking around. “Would you admit you’d stayed here on your wedding night?”
Nox chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. In their defense, I don’t think anyone is staying here for the purpose of confirming their nuptial vows.”
A couple on the opposite wall joined in. “Or to sleep.” Luca rubbed his arms. A shiver ran down his spine.
“Why don’t you take the shower? I’ll crank up the heat and call in some pizza.”
Fifteen minutes under a stream of hot water sounded perfect.
A basket wrapped in translucent cellophane sat on the pink countertop of the exterior vanity. Other than lubricant, Luca had no idea what the other tiny bottles could be, but the little foil squares were self-explanatory.
He stepped into the bathroom off to the right and braced as he turned on the lights. White tile, white tub, plain white toilet, pink towels with red hearts, pink shower curtain. At least they spared the room any permanent scars.
Luca closed the door and gripped the hem of his shirt.
Nox’s voice came from the other side of the door. “I called for pizza, it should be here by the time you’re out.” Then the door opened. Luca spun around.
Nox wore nothing, leaving every curve of muscle, every ripple of perfection, every inch of intimidating cock, bare.
God, that hooker had been right.
There were only so many things a guy standing around naked could mean. Would Nox expect something like that? He’d saved Luca’s life. And with that kind of debt could Luca even tell him no?
Worse, did he want to?
Did he want to know what it felt like to be touched, to be kissed, to be tasted and do all those things to another person in equal amounts?
The idea teased his insides until his balls pulled tight and his cock threatened to swell.
Luca jerked his gaze back up.
“Your clothes.” Nox held out a hand.
Luca pulled the edge of his shirt lower. “What about them?”
“Give them to me so I can lay them on the heater to dry.”
“It’s okay, they can just hang in here.”
“They won’t dry in here.”
Nox was right. Luca knew he was right. And since these were the only clothes he had….
Luca gave Nox his back and peeled off his shirt. He set it on the sink and kicked off his shoes, then unbuttoned his pants. He froze with his hands on the waist of his jeans.
Nox pulled Luca around. The man’s presence, the rich musk and spice of his skin, the heat radiating from his body rushed over Luca, sucking the air from his lungs. Nox lowered his head, parted his lips and inhaled, carrying away Luca’s exhale. Nox moved to Luca’s cheek, his neck. There his breath heated Luca’s skin. Nox tilted Luca’s head back and followed the column of his neck with another deep inhale.
Luca’s heart skittered in his chest. “What…what are you doing?”
“Smelling you.”
Smelling him.
“Why?” Luca leaned away only to have Nox move closer. So close his cock brushed Luca’s hip.
Nox swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He made another lap, huffing in quick short breaths rather than long slow ones. Nox loosened his grip. He cupped the back of Luca’s head and made circles on his arm with his thumb.