Excerpt from Rogue Offizier

Enough. Paul had made several attempts at softening Stefan’s edge, but the stubborn man wouldn’t budge.

Paul hated him for it. Just like he’d hated him, the first time they’d met, for being so fucking handsome. A torturer shouldn’t have a striking look with high cheekbones, a distinct jawline, and sharp, expressive blues that bore into your soul and made you feel strangely aware of him. A man capable of beating and insulting you day after day should be as ugly and nauseous on the outside as the sourly blackness that filled his insides.

Water under the bridge.

Shaking the bad feelings, Paul stepped forward and circled his arms around him. He molded them together like two lovers who would never see each other again—but they would: in just a few days, he would be back. He would make it happen.

Their contact chest to chest, stomach to stomach, soothed his aching heart. He needed this tender moment with Stefan before being separated from him. Too soon, Pappa would call, and he would have no choice but to leave.

He pressed his mouth against Stefan’s lips and let the tip of his tongue tease between them. To his immense pleasure, Stefan opened his mouth with a small sigh. Oh God, finally. Paul seized the chance to slip his tongue into the hot wetness of Stefan’s mouth and kissed him deeply, roaming inside, curling his tongue around Stefan’s and savoring his taste.

So erotic. His body tensed and hardened, every cell reacting to their intimacy. He would always feel like this with Stefan, always succumb to the incredible pull between them. A life without him was unthinkable, their connection too strong, their desire through the roof.

In the back of his mind, he apprehended Pappa’s impending call. Any second, now. He had finished packing.

No, not yet. Paul refused to let go. Stefan’s lips were too damn full and soft and tender, responding to his kiss just like he needed them to, with eagerness and passion. And he hugged Paul back.

Lust began to fog Paul’s brain, darts of heat shooting straight to his groin. He became hard so fast, so painfully, and pushed against his lover. A thickness grew in Stefan’s pants, too. With a sound of pleasure deep in his throat, Paul grinded his hard cock against Stefan’s in a needy dance. A dance that would inevitably have them reach a peak of excitement and come groaning loud in each other’s arms. To think they hadn’t had sex since that insane episode by the lake two days ago!

Stefan released him and created distance, cold air seeping between their heated bodies. His sapphires shone in the dark and were slightly hooded. And that smooth, smooth chin with those swollen lips was to die for.

Oh, you handsome man.

Dazed and breathless, Paul felt faint.

Stefan whispered, voice gruff, “I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of your dad.”