“Well, it was,” he said defensively. “Gone from my key ring, anyway.” He sighed, and in the spirit of their newfound communication, he admitted, “And maybe I told you that because I was afraid it would give away too much if I told you I spent a whole night, while we weren’t speaking, supergluing the thing backtogether.”
“I kinda wish you had.” Bas’s voice was raw. “Maybe it wouldn’t have changed anything. Maybe I wasn’t ready to hear it then. But I wish we’d gotten to this placeearlier.”
“The place where we have sex?” Drewjoked.
“Honesty,” Bas said, thwacking him on the thigh. “Love.” He moved his hand to Drew’s knee below the blanket. “But yeah, the sex is pretty good too. And you mentionedfantasies?”
Drew leaned back further into the pillows as Bas climbed on top of him, straddling him through the blanket. Despite the seriousness of their conversation, Drew felt a bit like he was suspended in a dream and vaguely hoped he’d never wakeup.
“Naturally, you remember that part,” Drew fake-scolded, his voice a littlebreathless.
“So, what werethey?”
“Which one?” Drew demanded. “There were dozens. Hundreds, maybe. Some of them were just lame, teen-romance shit… probably fitting, since I was a teen when I came up with them. Like, in one of them, you met me at my locker in high school and walked me tolunch.”
“Scandalous,” Bas said, nipping at Drew’scollarbone.
“Well, it was. We wereholding handswhile we walked into the cafeteria. And you were smiling at me. And everyone stopped what they were doing and stared atus.”
Bas lifted his head to look at Drew. “And this is ahappyfantasy?”
“Mmm hmmm.” He lifted a hand and dragged it through Bas’s dark hair. “Because I wrapped my arms around you and we kissed right in front ofeveryone.”
“Of course we did,” Bas said, resuming his kisses with a smile in his voice. “I wanted everyone to know you weremine.”
“I’m pretty sure the motive went the other way around, in my fantasy,” Drew warned him. “Fantasy-Drew was a very possessiveboyfriend.”
“And real-Drewisn’t?”
“Real Drew hasn’t had a lover he wanted to possess,” Drew admitted quietly.Until now.“But… there is some scary potentialthere.
“It’s only scary if the man you’re with doesn’t want to be possessed. You don’t scare me one bit, McMann.” Bas sucked hard at Drew’s neck, and Drew cried out at the sudden flash of pain. That was going to leave a mark. “Tell me anotherfantasy.”
Drew’s heart was pounding recklessly at the feeling of Bas’s teeth ravaging his skin, and the utter lack of anxiety on Bas’s part. He’d never imagined Bas would be a possessive partner, and the idea lit him up in a way he’d neverimagined.
“Uh. Hmmm. The hot tub on the deck at the Shaws’ cabin in Tennessee?” he said, ending in a gasp when Bas moved lower, nipping at a particularly sensitive spot on his neck just below his ear. “Just the two of us, naked, with hardly anyone around for miles. I wanted to trap you in the water and kiss you until you forgot yourname.”
“Hardlyanyone?”
Figured Sebastian would have noticed that slight tell. “There are no neighbors,” he whispered. “But there’s always the possibility someone else could seeus.”
Bas shuddered. “We will make that happen,” he promised hoarsely. “It might not be in that cabin, but I willbuyus a cabin where we can do that if I haveto.”
Drew snorted, tilting his neck to give Bas better access. “I might let you,” he whispered. “Oh, and when we stayed in St. Brigitte? I imagined you coming to my room atnight…”
“Yeah?”
Drew nodded. “You knocked at mydoor.”
“In a sexyway.”
“Obviously.” Drew snorted. How was it possible to be amused and so fucking turned on at the same time? “And when I opened the door, you grabbed me around thewaist.”
“I’m verycavemanin your fantasies,” Bas noted, nipping at Drew’s collarbone while Drew ran his hands along the warm, smooth skin of Bas’s back. “I likeit.”
“Oh, please.” Drew slapped that sexy back once, lightly. “Like you’re not all caveman in real life.Must protect family. Must kill bad guys. Eliminate threat.” He grunted theatrically, and felt Bas’s shoulders shake withlaughter.
Bas’s blue eyes danced as they met his. “I think you’re getting off-track, counselor. Caveman-me knocks at your door in the sexiest possible way, grabs you around the waist like King Kong,and…”
