Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (127 page)

with it. A second later it was gone and Elias forgot about ogling

Mateo in favor of blushing right down to his toes.

He suddenly wished he’d gone to the gym more, or not had that

extra cupcake when Kira brought them in to torment him. He wasn’t

out of shape, really, but he certainly didn’t have the kind of body

Mateo did. No muscles rippling, no hip dents begging for a lick. His

arms weren’t bad, thanks to weekends helping out with his cousin’s

moving company, but otherwise…he was soft. Overly pale, too,

compared most of his family and friends. He wondered if Mateo was

disappointed with what he saw.

As quickly as he had the thought, he was just as quickly disabused

of that foolish notion by the expression on Mateo’s face. The other

man sat up, arms sliding around him, work-roughened fingertips

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skimming over his skin. And he was looking at Elias like he fell from

freaking Heaven.
No one
had ever looked at him that way before.

“
Amorcito,
” he breathed, one hand brushing down the side of

Elias’s face.

Amorcito. There was something about that word that made Elias

desperate to know what it meant. It made his heart race, just from the

way Mateo said it. His expression must have given something of that

away, because Mateo smiled gently and took Elias’s hand. Mateo

pressed it against his own chest, gaze locked with Elias’s.

“
Amorcito…
” Then Mateo pressed his hand against Elias’s chest,

repeating the word.

Elias felt dizzy with the implications. Surely he was

misunderstanding. He bit his lip, feeling foolish to even ask.

“Um…you mean love?” The beginning part sounded like amore,

which even Elias knew meant love. But wasn’t that French?

Mateo’s answering smile was brilliant. “
Sí, amor. Amorcito,
” and

held his fingers close together.

Elias’s heart tripped over itself. “Little love? Is that what it

means? Little?” God, Mateo was more charming without speaking a

word of proper English than any man Elias had ever met. He was

quickly devastating any and all resistance Elias might have had left.

Which, considering he was straddling the man’s hips, his own hard

cock separated only by a few layers of fabric from Mateo’s, wasn’t

much at all.

Love. Could he mean it? Just thinking he might was foolish, Elias

knew that. But it was very hard to look into Mateo’s beautiful, striking

face and think he was lying, that he might be saying it just to get

somewhere. Elias didn’t believe it, though. Mateo had no need to

weave pretty lies to get what he wanted. Hell, Elias was still just

surprised Mateo wanted it – him – at all.

It was all too much to think about when his hormones were raging

out of control and the thing he wanted most was to tackle the man

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back onto the floor right there under the sunflower display and get

him while the getting was good.

So he did.

Before he could second or third guess himself, before his

insecurities and sometimes painful shyness got the better of him, Elias

leaned forward, pushing Mateo onto his back again and kissed him.

Really
kissed him, not just offered his lips and let Mateo do the work.

No, this time Elias was driving the bus and he was taking all sorts

of crazy turns and earning moving violations left and right. Mateo

growled again – god, that was so sexy – and his big hands cupped

Elias’s ass, squeezing and kneading through his jeans.

He had never so badly wanted to be naked. He couldn’t even

imagine what those hands must feel like on his bare ass. But oh, he

wanted to know. Now if he could just figure out how to politely ask

the man beneath him, who didn’t speak English, to rip his clothes off.

“Mateo,” he moaned, hips circling in taut frustration. “Please.”

His mouth panted against the other man’s, shuddering. He’d never

done anything like this before, but he didn’t care. If ever there was a

time to forget about rules and restrictions, it was now. He might never

get another chance and Elias wasn’t about to let this one pass him by.

He didn’t know if Mateo understood him or not, but whether the

other man recognized the words or whether it was just the pleading

tone, it didn’t matter. Either way, Elias got exactly what he wanted as

Mateo rolled him onto his back and took control of the kiss.

Elias had never considered himself overly submissive, but when

Mateo caught his wrists and pinned them to the floor, his heart raced

and his cock threatened to spill right then and there without so much

as a single touch. Of course, who needed touches when the sexiest

man ever was nestled between his thighs, rocking those hips against

Elias until he could barely think?

He whimpered into the kiss, moving against Mateo, trying to show

him that he knew what he was doing, that he wanted this so much it

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hurt. Elias wanted Mateo to walk away from tonight just as dazed and

awed as Elias knew he was going to be.

The kiss broke and Elias panted as Mateo released his wrists,

hands sliding down between them to tug open Elias’s jeans, while

Mateo’s mouth worked devastating magic on his neck, right where it

made him squirm and shiver.

“Oh my god…Mateo, please…hurry,” he pleaded. Mateo wasn’t

holding him down anymore, but Elias kept his hands where the other

man had put them, clasped above his head. He got to touch in other

ways, though. Arching against Mateo, rubbing skin against skin. One

leg coming up to slide against Mateo’s sleek hip. It felt insanely good,

and so incredibly
bad
at the same time.

And then Mateo got Elias’s jeans open and began to push them

and his underwear down and Elias’s heart pounded hard. It was going

to happen. Mateo was going to fuck him right there. Oh god, it was so

wicked, and Elias knew he should probably stop him, at least take him

home to do this, but he didn’t dare. Didn’t want to. It might not have

been how he’d fantasized about being with Mateo the first time, but

damn if it wasn’t even better.

Elias shuddered, head tipping back as Mateo’s tongue dragged up

the side of his neck and one rough palmed hand closed around Elias’s

cock. His hips bucked, forgetting to keep his hands up and instead

bringing them down to clutch Mateo’s strong shoulders. Christ it all

felt so good. Elias hoped like hell that he’d remember this, every little

sensation, because he had a feeling Mateo was about to ruin him for

every other man.

“Please,” he whimpered, arching.

“
Dilo de nuevo, amorcito,
” Mateo whispered back, mouth against

Elias’s ear. “
Me encanta oír la palabra de ti.
”

Elias shuddered. If Mateo kept throwing the word ‘love’ into his

sentences, Elias was going to start believing ridiculous things about

just what, exactly, the other man was actually saying.

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“Stop that,” he murmured, turning his head to capture Mateo’s lips

and silence him for a second before breaking the kiss and meeting his

dark eyes. “You’re going to make me believe things I shouldn’t.

Don’t tell me lies, even if I can’t understand them.”

Mateo frowned, his hand on Elias’s cock slowing its tight,

purposeful stroking. “
¿Qué hay de malo? Tus ojos están tristes.
”

Elias smiled, arching against him. “Who knew not being able to

communicate would be such a fucking turn on?” That wasn’t really

true, either. He thought they were communicating just fine.

Especially when the next second Mateo leaned in and gently

nuzzled his lips while the other man’s hand shifted from Elias’s cock,

one long finger stretching back to rub against his entrance. Oh Jesus.

He all but melted, legs spreading, hips lifting, whatever he could do to

offer himself better. He’d never wanted anyone as much as he did

Mateo.

But Mateo didn’t rush. His kisses were slow and gentle, his

touches possessive and scorching, but not rushed. He made it seem

like this wasn’t some quick fuck on the shop floor, but instead some

kind of seduction. It made Elias dizzy and he found himself believing

the same thing. His movements became less frantic, and when Mateo

lifted his head and their eyes met, it was like they understood every

word neither of them said.

Mateo probed one finger against Elias’s entrance and then gave

Elias a questioning look. “
¿Hay lubricante?
”

Elias frowned. “What?”

Mateo chuckled, glancing down and then back up to Elias’s gaze,

lifting his hand to sort of rub his fingers together. “
Lubricante?
”

A light bulb went on and Elias’s cheeks burned. “Ohh!

Um…shit.” What could they use? Oh! “Hang on, I know. Let me up.”

He pushed at Mateo’s shoulders lightly and scrambled to his feet. He

could feel Mateo’s eyes, all intense and hungry, on him as he darted

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over to the counter and leaned over to grab a small bottle of lotion. He

turned and held it up with a smile. “Yeah?”

Mateo seemed to understand that and reached down to begin

popping the remaining buttons holding up his coveralls. Oh my. He

held one hand out and Elias blushed brighter as he went and took that

hand, allowing Mateo to pull him back down to the floor beside him.

Mateo didn’t break the gaze, guiding Elias’s hand down while

Mateo’s free hand came up to cup the nape of his neck and pull Elias

down for a kiss. Which was the perfect thing to do, because in the

next second, he had his hand inside Mateo’s open pants and fingers

wrapped around his cock and Elias might not have been nearly so bold

if he’d had those intense, exotic dark eyes on him while he did it.

Oh lord, his cock. Hard and twitching in his hand…it was pretty

fucking impressive and Elias’s mouth watered at the same time as he

wondered if maybe it was
too
impressive. He decided there was no

such thing and melted into Mateo’s kiss as he began to stroke. He

tasted like spice and heat and Elias would kill for a week of time to

spend kissing this man and deciphering exactly what specific flavors

Mateo made him think of.

Flavors in mind, Elias abruptly broke the kiss and decided if this

was his one chance with the man of his dreams, he was damn well

going to make it count and forget his shyness. He’d just push through

it, that was all. He intended to give Mateo a experience he wouldn’t

soon forget.

So Elias ignored the pterodactyls masquerading as butterflies in

his stomach and slid down, glancing up at Mateo while curling his

fingers in the waist of his coveralls and tugging them – along with his

underwear – down. His gaze drifted down hesitantly and his stomach

clenched, hard.

He was hardly a virgin, but for the most part Elias’s experiences

had been restricted to men he knew well, bedrooms and lights off.

Like civilized people. Mateo, though…god, he was anything but and

Elias loved it. However, face to face with the most beautiful cock he’d

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ever seen was a bit more than Elias had been prepared for tonight and

it took him a second to gather his courage.

Mateo didn’t rush him, fingers caressing against the nape of his

neck, and when Elias glanced up, his eyes were gentle, full lips curved

into a soft smile. The nerves calmed in direct proportion to that patient

look, and suddenly Elias wanted to not need anyone to be patient with

him and his shyness. He wanted to be bold, he wanted to shock the

hell out of his lover – if only for tonight.

So he shifted lower, tugging the rest of Mateo’s clothes off until

he lay there naked and just…breathtaking.

Elias had seen plenty of men naked before, plenty of beautiful