Kenji stared at him, his eyes darkening with lust. His tongue poked out, and he wet his lips.
After seeing that, Qylar couldn’t hold back that kiss another second. He swooped in and captured Kenji’s mouth, savoring the taste of the beer lingering on his tongue. That and the intrinsic taste that was Kenji. A hint of cinnamon. Some vanilla. A little bit of mint… and the sexy, adorable man under it.
He drew in Kenji’s scent, most of the same aromas filling his nose along with sandalwood and pine. Qylar pulled back and searched Kenji’s face.
“If you still want to go, I won’t stop you. No matter how much I’d want to.”
Kenji stared up at him, and Qylar saw the gears moving in his head. “You’resosmooth… and I’m decidedly not.”
“Opposites attract.”
Kenji chuckled. “We can’t get much more opposite.”
“Are we, though? We both ended up in the same bar in the same city on the same night with what I assume is the same desire.”
Heat flared in Kenji’s eyes. “And what desire is that?”
“To see one another naked. To do wicked,wickedthings to one another until we lie spent and breathless in bed together.”
“I bet you get laida lot,don’t you?” Kenji gasped dramatically. “Is that why you picked me? You’ve already fucked all the other men in San Francisco, and you finally got around to me?”
Qylar barked with laughter. A tiny part of him was mildly frustrated that his attempts at seduction were being undermined one after the other, but a larger part of him appreciated the challenge. Getting Kenji to the edge was going to take work.
Maybethat’swhat had drawn him. Had he instinctively sensed a battle to make it into bed? An easy lay might have its moments, but one you had to work at could be more fun. As long as he ended up the victor, of course.
“I won’t say that I don’t have a healthy body count, but no, I havenotfucked all the men in San Francisco, I assure you. Far from it.” He hedged. “Okay, maybe notfarfrom it, but… a good distance away.”
Kenji snorted. “I don’t have a ton of experience. Surprising,I know.”He met Qylar’s gaze. “I hope I won’t bore you.”
“I seriously doubt that could happen.”
Qylar eyed him, a question suddenly hitting. Kenji looked young, but he’d gotten a vibe that made him think the guy was older than he looked. A lack of experience might indicate he was dead wrong and he sure as hell hoped he wasn’t. “Youareover twenty-one, right? I haven’t picked up some undergrad with a fake ID, have I?”
“I’m thirty-two.”
Qylar sighed with relief. “Sorry. I sensed you were but I had to ask.”
“Yeah, yeah… I get it. My baby face. I’ve been barred from entry because bouncers were sure my ID is fake. Luckily for me, I don’t go partying often. Though, Iamin a bar nearly every day, so go figure.”
“Everyday?”
“I’m a bartender.” A worried look crossed Kenji’s face. “I hope that’s not going to get me kicked out of the truck… now that I’ve decided to stay.”
A slow smile spread across Qylar’s face. He approved of Kenji’s decision. “Not kicking you out for that.”
“Good. There are some who judge what I do. Especially in this city.”
“As long as you’re happy, why should I?”
Kenji’s eyebrows went up, signaling he might not necessarily be happy. The surprising part was that Qylar wanted to know why. He didn’t pry into backstories with the guys he picked up. A basic rundown was enough for him. It wasn’t like they were sticking around long, so why bother with a deep dive?
Why the fuck did he want to know what Kenji’s look had meant—and even more—why did he feel the sudden urge to fix whatever the problem was? That was a Cryss kind of thing to do, not him. He didn’t want those kinds of complications in his life.
Sure, there was a part of him that wanted what Cryss had, but he wasn’t getting that with a human, no matter how adorable he might be. He clearly needed to remind himself of that.
Maybe Kenji was right. Maybe they weren’t a good idea after all.
No way am I letting him out of this truck—unless it’s when he’s headed into my bed.
