other so fast that Ture could barely follow it with his eyes.
Maris was truly a thing of beauty. And full of pleasant surprises that intrigued him a lot more than they should.
Don’t go there.
He knew better than to get involved with the friend of a friend. It never worked out. Ever. And still he couldn’t keep from seeing Maris as the most desirable thing on two legs. Something helped by the fact that Maris seemed to feel the same way about him. Yet Maris kept his distance.
Another thing that was sexy as hell. He had integrity where most people didn’t.
Maris shot up in the water, a few feet from him with a smile on his face that made Ture really glad he was in the water. Otherwise, Maris would know exactly how lickable he found him.
“It feels so good,” Maris breathed. “You’ve no idea how hard it’s been watching over your therapy while dying to jump in. Water is like the air we breathe.” He sank down so that all Ture could see was that incredible set of eyes.
“I can tell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this animated.”
Maris sobered instantly.
Ture frowned at his reaction. “Did I hit a nerve?”
Maris raked his hands through his wet hair. Damn...he had the most perfect features of any man Ture had ever seen.
“Ghosts. Sorry. I try to keep them hidden, but sometimes they pop out at the worst times.”
Ture swam closer to him. “Yeah, I know all about those.”
Maris swallowed as Ture touched his shoulder in sympathy. The heat of his hand combined with the look on Ture’s face held him immobile. He knew he should pull back. Yet he couldn’t get his body to cooperate.
Not when all he really wanted to do was swim closer.
Before he could move, Ture captured his lips with his own. Maris growled at the sweet taste of him. It’d been way too long since he’d been this close to anyone except Darling. Every hormone in his body went into overdrive, and it was all he could do not to show Ture exactly how limber and powerful he was in water.
His breathing labored, Maris nipped Ture’s chin as long-buried fantasies about having sex in the water surged. Since his people killed anyone who wasn’t heterosexual and he’d never dared to let anyone know about this side of him, he’d only been naked with a lover in water in his dreams.
But now. . . .
Don’t go there.
Ture couldn’t breathe as he felt the full power of Maris in his arms. Somehow, Maris managed to hold them both steady in the water.
For as long back as Ture could remember, he’d dreamed of having a hot, masculine warrior of his own. But never had he thought to meet one who could be so incredibly skilled in war and yet tender to others. All his past soldiers had been as vicious to him as they’d been to their victims. Maris was the strangest dichotomy of brutal killer and playful charmer. At times, it was like two men inhabited his lush body.
And Ture found both of them delectable.
Maris deepened the kiss then pulled back. His breathing heavy, he skimmed Ture with a look that only made him hungrier. “We can’t do this.”
Ture pressed his cheek to Maris’s. “I know, sweetie. I’m sorry...I couldn’t resist you.” He placed a chaste kiss to him then moved away.
Maris ground his teeth as he watched Ture return to his physical therapy routine. The fact that Ture understood and agreed made him all the more alluring. It was rare to find someone who was willing to put the needs of others above their own. That was the heart and soul of Darling that had kept Maris bound to him all these years. Why he’d never been able to walk away from his best friend even when he knew he should.
Because that was his life’s blood, too. He would never fight for himself. He couldn’t care less what happened to him. He only fought for who and what he loved.
Darling, above all others, for the simple fact that Darling had bled for him on more than one occasion.
The rest was a short list made up of the only brother Maris had who
Maris was truly a thing of beauty. And full of pleasant surprises that intrigued him a lot more than they should.
Don’t go there.
He knew better than to get involved with the friend of a friend. It never worked out. Ever. And still he couldn’t keep from seeing Maris as the most desirable thing on two legs. Something helped by the fact that Maris seemed to feel the same way about him. Yet Maris kept his distance.
Another thing that was sexy as hell. He had integrity where most people didn’t.
Maris shot up in the water, a few feet from him with a smile on his face that made Ture really glad he was in the water. Otherwise, Maris would know exactly how lickable he found him.
“It feels so good,” Maris breathed. “You’ve no idea how hard it’s been watching over your therapy while dying to jump in. Water is like the air we breathe.” He sank down so that all Ture could see was that incredible set of eyes.
“I can tell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this animated.”
Maris sobered instantly.
Ture frowned at his reaction. “Did I hit a nerve?”
Maris raked his hands through his wet hair. Damn...he had the most perfect features of any man Ture had ever seen.
“Ghosts. Sorry. I try to keep them hidden, but sometimes they pop out at the worst times.”
Ture swam closer to him. “Yeah, I know all about those.”
Maris swallowed as Ture touched his shoulder in sympathy. The heat of his hand combined with the look on Ture’s face held him immobile. He knew he should pull back. Yet he couldn’t get his body to cooperate.
Not when all he really wanted to do was swim closer.
Before he could move, Ture captured his lips with his own. Maris growled at the sweet taste of him. It’d been way too long since he’d been this close to anyone except Darling. Every hormone in his body went into overdrive, and it was all he could do not to show Ture exactly how limber and powerful he was in water.
His breathing labored, Maris nipped Ture’s chin as long-buried fantasies about having sex in the water surged. Since his people killed anyone who wasn’t heterosexual and he’d never dared to let anyone know about this side of him, he’d only been naked with a lover in water in his dreams.
But now. . . .
Don’t go there.
Ture couldn’t breathe as he felt the full power of Maris in his arms. Somehow, Maris managed to hold them both steady in the water.
For as long back as Ture could remember, he’d dreamed of having a hot, masculine warrior of his own. But never had he thought to meet one who could be so incredibly skilled in war and yet tender to others. All his past soldiers had been as vicious to him as they’d been to their victims. Maris was the strangest dichotomy of brutal killer and playful charmer. At times, it was like two men inhabited his lush body.
And Ture found both of them delectable.
Maris deepened the kiss then pulled back. His breathing heavy, he skimmed Ture with a look that only made him hungrier. “We can’t do this.”
Ture pressed his cheek to Maris’s. “I know, sweetie. I’m sorry...I couldn’t resist you.” He placed a chaste kiss to him then moved away.
Maris ground his teeth as he watched Ture return to his physical therapy routine. The fact that Ture understood and agreed made him all the more alluring. It was rare to find someone who was willing to put the needs of others above their own. That was the heart and soul of Darling that had kept Maris bound to him all these years. Why he’d never been able to walk away from his best friend even when he knew he should.
Because that was his life’s blood, too. He would never fight for himself. He couldn’t care less what happened to him. He only fought for who and what he loved.
Darling, above all others, for the simple fact that Darling had bled for him on more than one occasion.
The rest was a short list made up of the only brother Maris had who
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