“You seem confused.”
The coiled-up tension in Joel’s stance sent two opposing thoughts through my muddled brain. Like maybe he wanted to beat me up. Or fuck me.Probably fuck me, but a queer man in a small Texas town could never be too sure. “I am.”
His perusal of my body in no way cleared up the confusion, though it did make me aware that I’d raced over here in my Seguin Bean apron. Running the back of his finger down my chest, he slid it between the apron and the tie I’d hastily knotted in the front, pulling me in close to him.“Still confused?”
Gape-mouthed and deeply uncool, I realized I was breathing in the air from his lungs.He’s inside me now.
Dumbass.
“Uh, no? I don’t think I am?”
He rocked forward, angling off to the side.“Would you like me to further clarify things for you?” he whispered in my ear.
I gulped and nodded, not yet convinced I wasn’t being pranked.
Everything was going slow until his lips were on mine. I felt like aFifth Elementcab fare after a short stop: thrown against a dividing window and wondering what the fuck just happened.
Ever the smooth one, I nearly choked on the guttural sound bubbling up from the back of my throat. Joel’s smile against my lips was the universal cabbie stomping his foot on the gas, and I was pretty sure I forgot my name there for a hot second.
My arms were useless, dangling at my sides as a high-pitched whine escaped my lips.
Korben Dallas.
Multipass.
“You okay?”
“Huh?”
“Are you o—”
“I’m, uh, fine. You kissed me,” I said, not sure if that was a statement or a question.
“I did.”
Joel didn’t move away from me, so I had to process all of his Joel-ness while surrounded by eucalyptus and bergamot. Jacking off while inhaling through a washcloth soaked in his two colognes had done nothing to prepare me for his lips or the way the two scents mingled on his skin.
Just sayin’.
Also, why was I blinking so much?
As fast as my brain could handle it—which was basically at a snail’s pace—I brought my hands up to his arms, squeezing as I leaned in to reciprocate.
I knew I’d done the right thing when a slow rumble made its way up from his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me in for another round of kisses. When he released me, I could only do two things: gasp for air and blink owlishly.
“Not gonna lie, you still look a little confused,” he said, amusement infusing his warm tone.
“Are you fucking with me?”
Another deep rumble. Joel stroked my cheek with his thumb, and my world tilted sideways. “I’m serious as all get-out, Tristan.”
“Why?” I was mesmerized, staring into his eyes as my brain melted out of my ears.
“You’re gorgeous, you’re hilarious, and you’re smart as fuck. How could I not?”
“How could you not what?”
“Be incredibly attracted to you.”
