Seducing Stephen by Bonnie Dee Summer Devon

Author:Bonnie Dee Summer Devon [Devon, Bonnie Dee Summer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: duet publishing
Published: 2014-03-01T23:00:00+00:00

Holy Jesus. Peter. And a moment later, Peter launched himself at Stephen, hauling him into the house without a word.

Peter's arms were tight around him, and he pressed so close, Stephen had trouble drawing breath. Another astonishing realization—Peter shook.

Stephen put his hands on the other man's shoulders and pushed away to look at him in the dim light of a single candle. “Are you laughing?”

“No.” Peter looked up at the ceiling for a moment, and he appeared to make an effort to calm himself. His hunched shoulders relaxed. He met Stephen's eyes and smiled. “Or perhaps, yes. I'm glad to see you, Peregrine. Is there something I might do for you?”

He'd regained his cool manner, and there was that possible ban on illicit activities in his home, but Stephen had felt that urgent need to be in Peter's embrace. God knew he was aroused enough to risk Peter's frosty rejection. He'd be direct; it had worked at the gaming hell. He answered, “You might show me your bedroom.”

Peter gave a startled laugh. Without another word, he grabbed Stephen's hand and led him into the hall and up a wide, curving staircase. He gripped his hand tightly as they walked. A gesture of lust or affection? Stephen wondered, but forced himself to remain quiet. He wanted to speak, to pour out everything he'd felt when Peter had gone away. He'd gabble about all he'd done and seen since they'd last met. Ask him why he'd never answered his letters. Find out if he missed him at all.

He remained silent. He'd accept the terms of Peter's conditions.

Peter's bedroom contained an ordinary bed with a walnut carved bedstead, the usual complement of pillows. Stephen had pictured huge stacks of pillows or perhaps fur covering. The furniture—wardrobe, chairs, and table—was large, masculine, and well made, nothing gaudy or overtly sensual. The counterpane and walls were blue and tan, not the decadent scarlet and gold he'd imagined. This was the room of a gentleman with money but no need to show off.

His curiosity to understand Peter overcame him, and he gently pulled his hand from Peter's so he might walk about the room. He stopped to examine a landscape.

From behind him, Peter gave a harsh laugh. “Stephen. God, you're teasing me. Please.”

At Peter's words, Stephen turned to look at him. Peter spread his arms, raised them in mute appeal. Come to me. Embrace me.

The anticipation and semiarousal Stephen had felt since he'd ordered the cab to drive here twisted and grew into full, hard desire. In three steps he was across the room. He seized Peter. This time he'd be the aggressor. He liked this role. He loved it—almost as much as when Peter had taken control of him. Stephen treasured everything about those few hours they'd had together at the Pratts', and now they'd have more. It would be enough.

Peter's scent filled him. Everything about the man's body—the hard muscle of his chest, the press of his thick cock—filled Stephen with ferocious, lust-filled joy.

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