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My snog is from my gay historical romance Tournament of Shadows.
“Will
you walk with me?” he asked.
I
managed a nod and fell into step beside him as he pushed through the crowds.
After
a few moments, we found ourselves on a quiet street. Yakolev glanced over his
shoulder, then steered me into a narrow, shadowed passageway.
“What—?”
“Hush.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to murder you.” He backed me to the wall. “I just
want to sample the wares before I make my final decision.
Before
I could speak, he curled his fingers into my hair and pressed his lips to mine,
devouring me with a hungry kiss.
I
could do nothing but respond, winding my arms around his waist and pulling him
closer. His arousal was evident, matching mine. Never before had I responded so
readily to a man’s touch. Never had I been so desperate for it.
A
rooster’s late call broke us apart. Yakolev stepped back, chest rising and
falling like bellows. He reached out and brushed the hair from my forehead with
a tender hand, then grinned.
My
lips felt bruised and swollen. “Well?”
“You
have my word. When I see the Emir tomorrow, I will suggest that to save him the
burden of having two Englishmen and the danger that their countrymen could send
an army to free them, I will take them and place them in a Russian gaol because
the British would never attack us. It’s the best I could come up with. Of
course, if he accedes to the request, I will deliver them to you at a
pre-arranged meeting point, far away from here. Will that suit?”
I
wanted him to kiss me. “Yes. It’s a very reasonable plan.”
“I’m
glad you think so.” He brushed his lips over mine. “Assuming he doesn’t throw
me in the dungeon, meet me at the tea house tomorrow night, so I can collect my
payment.”
I
was grateful that the robe hid my obvious desire. “Yes. I can do that. Thank
you.”
“No,
thank you. The thought of what I can
do to you will get me through a very difficult appointment. I will just think
of how much I want you, how much I have to look forward to.”
“Then
let’s hope the Emir is in a good humour.” I ran my forefinger in a straight
line from his throat to his groin, earning a fevered gasp for my sins.
Yakolev
caught my hand and raised it to his cheek, before turning to kiss my palm.
“I’ll make sure that he is and I’ll make sure that I leave that place in one
piece.”
“See
that you do.”
He
released me with a sigh. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes.”
We
slipped out of the passageway and onto the quiet street. Yakolev raised a hand
in farewell. “I’ll see you tomorrow evening at dusk. You’d best get as much
rest as you can.” He winked, turned then walked away. I took a deep breath and
headed in the opposite direction, wondering how I could get rid of my erection
before I returned to Akmal’s house.
