Instead, he fell into that mating of mouths and enjoyed the ride.
Honestly, there was no place he’d rather be.
Well, maybe out of his clothes because these were now soaking wet. Still, Gene kept catching him off guard with sweet, romantic things.
Like this.
“Gene,” he whispered into the kiss, as his man kept his un-casted arm around his body, and his other out of the shower.
The bigger man couldn’t help but crave moments like this with him.
Gene was so moved by the heart that he had to share this moment with Ethan. He loved him more than he’d ever know, and he only hoped the man understood that.
This was eternal.
It was rooted in his soul that on the day they were both born, the universe tied them together in a bow. This was the kind of love he’d always wished for, and it stumbled into his life as a partner at the FBI.
Gene couldn’t imagine a moment without him.
“I love you,” he whispered into the kiss, as he surfaced for air, and nothing more.
Ethan moaned, his whole body coming alive as they were pressed together in the shower.
Ethan held onto him, the strength of his body giving him such a feeling of safety.
In his arms, nothing mattered, and nothing would hurt him.
He.
Was.
Home.
Truthfully, there was nothing better than being with him.
“I love you too,” Ethan admitted, pulling off the shirt he’d been wearing. When he did, Gene’s eyes tracked his movement, and he felt the most delicious feeling of desire.
He.
Was.
Wanted.
This man craved him, and for that, he was damn lucky. No one ever made him feel like this, and he was grateful that instead of being angry with him, Gene chased him down.
Yeah, he wouldn’t run away from Gene ever again.
How could he?
That absence didn’t make the heart fonder. It broke it. Ethan would fight to stay by his side.
Forever.
Staring into his eyes, Blackhawk said two things.
“You now have my heart,” he admitted. “And don’t get that cast wet.”
It made Gene laugh.
