The air between them was thick with heat, the golden glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across their tangled bodies. Mateo, dark-haired and bearded, cradled Liam’s face in his rough hands, their foreheads nearly touching. Liam’s breath hitched as Mateo’s thumb traced his lower lip, his own fingers gripping the sheets beneath them.
Their kiss was slow, deep—a silent conversation of want and surrender. Liam arched beneath him, the muscles in his chest flexing as Mateo’s mouth trailed down his throat, tasting salt and warmth. The scent of sandalwood and sweat clung to them, mingling with the soft rustle of sheets.
Mateo’s hand slid down Liam’s side, memorizing the curve of his waist, the dip of his hip. Every touch was deliberate, worshipful. Liam’s nails dug lightly into Mateo’s shoulders, his breath coming in ragged bursts.
“You’re beautiful,” Mateo murmured against his skin, the words vibrating between them.
Liam didn’t answer—just pulled him closer, their bodies fitting together like they were made for this. The world outside the bedroom ceased to exist.
