Let It Go by Mercy Celeste Page A

Not even yesterday when he was buried deep inside him. He needed to know. He wanted something final between them.
    He slid a drawer open and found what he needed to find out. Careful to make sure the shower was still running, he opened Creed’s door and let himself into the pin-neat room. A few minutes later Creed stepped into the room towel drying his hair, his long, lean body still steaming from the hot water. He stopped when he saw Eli, lounging cross-legged on his bed. Eli tried not to grin, but Creed’s obvious reaction drew his eye to that part of the man’s anatomy.
    “Is there something I can do for you?” The words were soft, guarded. Creed didn’t retreat into the bathroom. He didn’t hide his erection behind the towel. But he didn’t move toward the bed either. He seemed undecided; that’s the best Eli could come up with. Undecided. Wanting, but not enough to make the first move.
    Eli moved off the bed and across the short distance until he was nose to nose with his rival. Funny, he’d always thought Creed was so much taller than him. Maybe an inch if that much; not even that much. He stepped forward and placed his hands on Creed’s hips. Creed moved back until he was pressed against the wall. Eli could see his pulse flutter in his neck. He wanted to taste the spot. “I don’t remember ever getting to that tasting thing you wanted to do yesterday.”
    “So you thought you’d give me a second chance?” For a moment Eli thought there was a bit of anger in the man’s voice. But then he drew in a quick breath. “What if I’m not interested in tasting you tonight?”
    “Then would you mind if I taste you?” Eli let his hands drift lower over Creed’s hips to his thighs. For a slim man the muscles there were incredible. No body fat at all, just well-formed horseman legs. Eli remembered how they felt wrapped around him. Strong. So damned strong. He wanted that again. Later. Now he wanted something else.
    He didn’t touch him as he slowly sank to his knees. Just his hands on those glorious legs. Creed looked down at him with curious eyes. His lips parted as if he was about to protest. Hands flat against the wall, the towel on the floor now, he seemed to brace himself.
    A tiny pearlescent drop of moisture formed at the tip of Creed’s cock. Eli resisted the urge to capture the drop with his tongue. Instead, he kneeled at Creed’s feet, staring up into his green eyes. Looking for something. Anything to tell him that he was feeling the same thing Eli was. Except Eli wasn’t sure what he was feeling. Besides horny. Maybe because they were the only two people on the goddamned planet right now. Or maybe this was brewing all along. He expected to find the same distant, closed-off look Creed wore when he was trying to protect himself. He didn’t bargain for the stark, naked longing he found in those eyes. “Tell me to get out now. I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.” He waited, but Creed didn’t tell him to leave.
    “Eli,” he said so softly that Eli barely heard him. The simple word was all Eli needed to send his heart slamming into his chest at g-force velocity.
    The tiny pearlescent drop disappeared at the tiniest flick of his tongue. Eli held the taste and savored it. His first real taste of Creed. He’d never known how much he craved this taste. The sound Creed made, sort of a strangled gasp at the simple touch, seemed to shoot straight through Eli’s body to pool at the base of his dick. “Tell me to go.” It would be his last warning. Eli wanted him. Now.
    He gazed up the distance into Creed’s eyes. They weren’t shuttered and blank. Too much raged there. Fire, want, need, fear. All in a swirling, twirling torrent of something that Eli didn’t understand. No one had ever looked at him like that. “Don’t go.” The words were whispered through lips that barely moved.
    “Okay,” Eli said, his voice breaking. Nervous. God, he was nervous. This was Creed. No reason to