up at a later date.
Still
staring at Ethan, Beau had the sudden longing to get closer to him.
And
he was fucking tired of waiting.
♂♂
Ethan
felt the moment the energy in the truck morphed into something combustible. He
had answered Beau’s questions, maybe not in depth, but he had to give himself a
pat on the back for at least answering.
But
now, from what Ethan sensed in the air between them, Beau was tired of talking.
Finally. He knew it wouldn’t take long for Beau to come around. Sex was something
Ethan understood. Even if he didn’t want to get involved with Beau on the level
he knew Beau was looking for, he didn’t have it in him to deny the intense
attraction between them.
When
Beau moved, setting the last three bottles in the six pack onto the floor and
lifting the center console up so that there was adequate space between them,
Ethan’s stomach took a dive. His anxiety level had skyrocketed in recent
seconds, rapidly increasing with every breath he took.
Beau
didn’t waste any time, moving closer as they stared at one another. “See,
this,” Ethan said, gesturing between them, “this I can handle.”
“We’ll
see about that,” Beau said daringly, his brusque remark making Ethan’s body
temperature spike.
Before
he could disagree, or come to his senses, Beau was leaning closer, his lips
hovering just millimeters from his. God, he smelled delicious. Spicy, rich,
sexy.
“Fucking
hell,” Beau muttered and then their mouths were on one another, Ethan’s hands
coming up to grip his head, hold him closer.
Their
tongues dueled, and the memory of Christmas when Beau had kissed him flooded
his mind and his body. He wanted this man. He wanted him with everything in
him, consequences be damned.
Fuck .
Pulling
Beau closer, Ethan slid his fingers into the soft, silky hair at his nape, his
body warring with sensation after sensation. The warmth of Beau’s mouth, the
insistence of his tongue, the sweet sound of his labored breaths. The man was
sex personified, and Ethan was starved for him.
“You
taste good,” Beau mumbled, his lips pulling back slightly, but not far enough
that Ethan had to let go of him.
“No
more talking,” Ethan said, pulling him in until their lips were locked and
their tongues danced against one another.
It
was just too damned bad they were confined in the small truck cab. Considering
their heights, it wasn’t physically possible for them to get any closer than
they were, but Ethan wished they were skin to skin. Sliding one hand down
Beau’s shoulder, then over his chest, he tugged his t-shirt out from his jeans
until he could touch his bare skin.
The
second his fingers made contact with the taut, fiery flesh, Beau’s breath
hitched in his chest. God, Ethan wanted to run his mouth over him, to taste his
skin, outline the angles of his muscles with his tongue.
Beau
groaned, and Ethan grinned.
“Think
about what it would be like if I had you naked,” Ethan mumbled against Beau’s
mouth.
“I’m
not sure I’d survive it.”
And
wasn’t that the damned truth.
Gripping
Beau’s head more firmly, Ethan deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth,
searching, seeking, devouring. His kiss was like a drug, instantly giving him a
high unlike anything he had known before.
And
to think, Beau hadn’t even touched him yet.
Running
his hand around to Beau’s back, he flattened his palm over smooth, warm skin,
up and down, back and forth, unable to get enough of touching him. The way his
muscles flexed and bunched beneath his fingers was so fucking hot.
Ethan
just wanted to be laid out beneath him, to have Beau’s glorious weight hovering
above him, skin to skin, chest to chest. He wanted to tangle his legs with
Beau’s and hold him to him.
But
none of that could happen where they were, and they both knew it.
Unfortunately, it appeared Beau had more self-control than Ethan did because
his hands weren’t reaching for him.
“Touch
me,” Ethan pleaded, not
Still
staring at Ethan, Beau had the sudden longing to get closer to him.
And
he was fucking tired of waiting.
♂♂
Ethan
felt the moment the energy in the truck morphed into something combustible. He
had answered Beau’s questions, maybe not in depth, but he had to give himself a
pat on the back for at least answering.
But
now, from what Ethan sensed in the air between them, Beau was tired of talking.
Finally. He knew it wouldn’t take long for Beau to come around. Sex was something
Ethan understood. Even if he didn’t want to get involved with Beau on the level
he knew Beau was looking for, he didn’t have it in him to deny the intense
attraction between them.
When
Beau moved, setting the last three bottles in the six pack onto the floor and
lifting the center console up so that there was adequate space between them,
Ethan’s stomach took a dive. His anxiety level had skyrocketed in recent
seconds, rapidly increasing with every breath he took.
Beau
didn’t waste any time, moving closer as they stared at one another. “See,
this,” Ethan said, gesturing between them, “this I can handle.”
“We’ll
see about that,” Beau said daringly, his brusque remark making Ethan’s body
temperature spike.
Before
he could disagree, or come to his senses, Beau was leaning closer, his lips
hovering just millimeters from his. God, he smelled delicious. Spicy, rich,
sexy.
“Fucking
hell,” Beau muttered and then their mouths were on one another, Ethan’s hands
coming up to grip his head, hold him closer.
Their
tongues dueled, and the memory of Christmas when Beau had kissed him flooded
his mind and his body. He wanted this man. He wanted him with everything in
him, consequences be damned.
Fuck .
Pulling
Beau closer, Ethan slid his fingers into the soft, silky hair at his nape, his
body warring with sensation after sensation. The warmth of Beau’s mouth, the
insistence of his tongue, the sweet sound of his labored breaths. The man was
sex personified, and Ethan was starved for him.
“You
taste good,” Beau mumbled, his lips pulling back slightly, but not far enough
that Ethan had to let go of him.
“No
more talking,” Ethan said, pulling him in until their lips were locked and
their tongues danced against one another.
It
was just too damned bad they were confined in the small truck cab. Considering
their heights, it wasn’t physically possible for them to get any closer than
they were, but Ethan wished they were skin to skin. Sliding one hand down
Beau’s shoulder, then over his chest, he tugged his t-shirt out from his jeans
until he could touch his bare skin.
The
second his fingers made contact with the taut, fiery flesh, Beau’s breath
hitched in his chest. God, Ethan wanted to run his mouth over him, to taste his
skin, outline the angles of his muscles with his tongue.
Beau
groaned, and Ethan grinned.
“Think
about what it would be like if I had you naked,” Ethan mumbled against Beau’s
mouth.
“I’m
not sure I’d survive it.”
And
wasn’t that the damned truth.
Gripping
Beau’s head more firmly, Ethan deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth,
searching, seeking, devouring. His kiss was like a drug, instantly giving him a
high unlike anything he had known before.
And
to think, Beau hadn’t even touched him yet.
Running
his hand around to Beau’s back, he flattened his palm over smooth, warm skin,
up and down, back and forth, unable to get enough of touching him. The way his
muscles flexed and bunched beneath his fingers was so fucking hot.
Ethan
just wanted to be laid out beneath him, to have Beau’s glorious weight hovering
above him, skin to skin, chest to chest. He wanted to tangle his legs with
Beau’s and hold him to him.
But
none of that could happen where they were, and they both knew it.
Unfortunately, it appeared Beau had more self-control than Ethan did because
his hands weren’t reaching for him.
“Touch
me,” Ethan pleaded, not
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