Sam grinned and took a step back, shrugging out of his inside-out waistcoat. “Oh, the more friction, the better. See, that’s another place where you and I differ. I don’t need to like you to want to fuck you, or vice versa, Bentley.” He gripped the bottom of his shirt and paused. “I can call you Bentley, can’t I?”
Sam threw Lord Bentley a wink, and instead of the man stiffening or getting upset, he rolled his eyes. There was that hint of a sense of humor again. Sam found he wasverycurious to know what this man was like once all the awful earlishness was removed.
Sam pulled his lawn shirt over his head. Bentley’s tight jaw went slack, and his eyes hooded. Sam preened and flexed his chest. Bentley let out a shaky breath.
Oh, what a delicious turn of events.
But then Bentley’s hand settled flat against Sam’s abdomen, and it was Sam’s turn to let out a shaky breath. His stomach tightened, and lust sank heavy in his groin. Shite, he wanted this man. Badly. He hadn’t realized—hadn’t allowed himself to realize—just how badly until now. Until the heat of the man’s touch seared into his skin and sent his pulse soaring.
“You’re even more impressive up close,” Bentley whispered.
Sam’s eyebrows shot to the ceiling. “Have you been spying on me, Bentley?”
Bentley’s gaze flew to Sam’s, and even in the low light of the chamber, the blush coloring his high cheekbones was evident. “I may have seen you in the woods on the estate the day after I arrived,” he said gruffly. “Shirtless.”
Oh, this was fantastic. “Liked what you saw, did you?” Lord Bentley’s infamous glare was back. But Sam was too giddy to care. “What’d you like best? Was it my chest?” He popped his muscles again and delighted in the way the man’s gaze snapped to the movement. He leaned forward, elbows pressing against the wall on either side of Bentley’s head. “Was it these?” he purred, flexing his arms. “Want to touch them? They’re great for holding onto while I lay into a man. Come on, now. Give ‘em a squeeze.”
“Dear Lord. Do you ever stop talking?” Bentley gritted out, but his words were breathless.
Sam’s lips curved. “I’m still waiting to hear what you want, Bentley.”
“I’m regretting ringing for you.”
“In that case.” Sam pushed off the wall and went to step away.
Lord Bentley’s hand flew out and latched onto Sam’s upper arm, fingers digging into Sam’s flesh. Sam bit back his smile. He blinked innocently. “I thought you wanted me to leave.”
“No,” Bentley growled.
A shiver stole down Sam’s spine. Oh, he liked that growl.
Bentley’s fist tightened around Sam’s arm, his fingers barely curling around half of it. “I want you to shut your cursed mouth and get over here.”
Sam went to him instantly. Crowded him up against the wall, trapping Bentley’s hips with his own, shoving his thigh between Bentley’s. Men didn’t usually take control in bed with Sam. With his size and strength, men wantedhimto be the one in charge. And while he was bigger and stronger than Bentley, Bentley was anything but a simpering, soft-palmed lordling. A part of Sam wanted to test how well the man could throw him around.
He ground his hips against Bentley’s, and the man let out a low groan, his head falling back against the wall as their cocks lined up perfectly. Sam grazed his teeth over the soft skin of Bentley’s neck, and the man’s breath hitched. Sam’s cock pulsed. Fuck, he was way too close to the edge, and they hadn’t even shed their trousers yet. Too much anticipation. Two years of fantasizing about this man, of hate and lust combining into a desire too potent for him to handle.
“What do you want?” he murmured against Bentley’s ear.
“I don’t care.” His breaths came short and sharp. “Anything.”
“Besides me fucking you, you mean?”
The man’s amber eyes clashed with Sam’s, their heated breaths mingling. Bentley narrowed his gaze. “Besides that.”
Sam chuckled at the bite in Bentley’s tone. “That works out well, anyway. At this point, a light breeze would be enough to push me over the edge. Can’t have you thinking I’m a bad shag. Drop your trousers.”
Sam made quick work of losing his and stepped over to the dressing table. He grabbed the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into his palm. He inhaled, drawing in that sweet-nutty aroma. He looked over his shoulder and couldn’t prevent the grin from swallowing his face.
“Enjoying the view?”
Lord Bentley’s gaze flicked up from where it had previously been locked on Sam’s arse. He grunted, but that was all the response he gave Sam.
“You sure do know how to make a man feel special,” Sam teased.
“Why would I need to do that when you do it so well yourself?”
Sam’s brows shot up. He walked the few steps back over to Bentley, rubbing the oil between his palms. “Is that cheek I detect, my lord?”
