Dark & Dazzling by Elizabeth Varlet

Author:Elizabeth Varlet
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Azariah was in his apartment.

In his shower.

Naked.

Connelly’s limbs were heavy with lust as he unwrapped the food and portioned it out on two plates. His mind kept imagining that sleek, slender body and what it might look like slick with water and soap. He puffed out a breath and adjusted his pants because his cock had been hard since they’d left the precinct and he’d convinced Azariah that he had no choice but to stay the night. It was like God had dropped Azariah in his lap with a don’t fuck it up, asshole.

And he didn’t plan on it. Fucking, maybe, if he played his cards right. Fucking it up? Hell no.

In the past couple days he’d mostly stopped caring how it would look to the rest of the squad. Otherwise, how could he explain how he’d gotten in Briggs’s face like that? Without flinching, just waving his sexuality—and relationship with Azariah—out there like a fucking pride flag. It might not have been the smartest of moves, but he couldn’t take it back. Not when he had Azariah so close again. Not when the possibilities were so good.

By the time Azariah came out, towel wrapped around his waist with steam coming off skin that smelled fresh and masculine, the plates were warm and waiting on the table and Connelly had opened a couple bottles of beer. As a distraction from the tempting sight, he chugged the amber liquid down so fast his eyes watered.

He’d forgotten just how solid Azariah’s body was. Muscles rippled with every graceful movement. Even injured, leaning on his good foot, he seemed lithe. Yes, he was slender, but his abs were so defined they should be considered a dangerous weapon.

“I didn’t want to put those dirty clothes back on...”

“Just a sec, I’ll get you shorts.” Connelly stood too fast and slammed the bottle on the table hard enough for it to slosh.

“You have shorts that will fit me?” Azariah followed him to the closet.

“Well, no, probably not. But I have a pair with a drawstring. That might stop them from sliding off.” He dug through the pile of gym clothes stacked on the shelf until he found an old pair of basketball shorts. “Will these work?”

Azariah grabbed them and let the towel drop.

Connelly couldn’t hold back his groan of shocked desire. “Fuck, Azariah.”

Azariah looked up at him through his lashes. “What?”

Connelly couldn’t have moved even if he’d wanted to. His eyes were glued to Azariah’s beautiful cock, so hard it was leaking. The swollen head glistened with precome like a juicy treat. And God, his mouth watered to taste it again, to feel Azariah come on his tongue like he’d dreamed of ever since their phone conversation.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we might not make it back into the kitchen, Hot Fudge.” Azariah’s voice was husky and it sent goose bumps over Connelly’s skin.

He stepped into Azariah’s space. “The food will keep. I need to have you now.”

A second later their lips were pressed together and he was teasing his tongue into Azariah’s mouth.

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