Somehow, they had gotten closer, though Soren didn’t remember moving and he felt pretty damn sure Eastman hadn’t. And yet, his mouth was right in front of him, unexpectedly tempting.
When Soren licked his lips, he caught a quiet inhale from Eastman. “What’s your move, Doc?” he murmured and, ever so slowly, reached out and skimmed a touch over the fly of Eastman’s trousers, fully prepared to take a fist to the face.
It’d happened before.
But Eastman held still as Soren ran his knuckles along the length of a surprisingly stiff and larger-than-expected ridge in the doctor’s pants, noting a second equally quiet hitch of breath, even as Eastman’s gaze continued to burn unwaveringly into Soren’s.
“It appears you’ve decided to make the moves.”
“I get impatient sometimes.”
“No, you don’t.” Eastman gave a single shake of his head. “You’re not remotely impatient. You’re deliberate and cunning. A lion who knows his place in the jungle.”
“What’s got you hard, Doc? You a sucker for the kill after all? Or is it me?” Soren took another step forward and flipped his hand, palming the length of Eastman’s cock. Heat flooded his skin and he took a quiet inhale of his own as Eastman gasped, “Both,” and reached for Soren, his touch landing along his waist, grip hard and too intense.
Soren liked it, though.
And he liked this man. This unusual, intriguing, surprisingly sexy man.
He bent his head, lips brushing over the warmth of Eastman’s. Plump, petulant and…unyielding. Well, for a couple of seconds.
The doctor wrenched away, leaving Soren in a pocket of cool air. “That’s not happening.”
“Kissing or fucking? I can forgo the kissing if it’s too intimate for you. That’s a thing, isn’t it? You don’t get too close to people?”
“Neither is happening. I know you’re messing with me. I’ll wait here. Get the car so we can proceed?” The words came out clipped and almost prim, but Soren nodded, managing to make it into the hallway before he unleashed the chuckle building inside him. Eastman was something else. Now that he’d caught a glimpse of what he was like when he came undone with a kill, Soren wondered how that translated in the bedroom. In the process, his dick got even harder.
“The guards,” Eastman said when Soren returned.
“Took care of them already.” Soren stuck a rock in the door to keep it open.
Eastman kept pace behind him as they returned to the office. “That fast?”
“Lions only look lazy, yeah?” Soren had snuck up on Killeen’s goon and introduced his face to the dash of the car before the guy could blink twice, much less reach for his walkie.
“Fair point.”
Once they got Killeen’s body in Soren’s trunk, Soren let Eastman direct him to a parking lot a couple of blocks away.
“Where will you take him?” Eastman asked when they were idling beside his car.
“Doesn’t matter, does it?”
“I suppose not.” When Eastman made no move to get out, Soren turned his head to find the doc already considering him, those intelligent eyes sharp as ever. “I could probably learn a few things from you.”
“Don’t kill people.” Soren smiled beatifically. “That’s the number one thing you should learn. Think it showed up in the Bible somewhere. Or became a golden rule. Something like that.”
“That’s not the Golden Rule. Ah.” Eastman cocked his head. “You’re intrigued by the prospect.”
For the first time since he’d set eyes on the man, Soren felt a prickle of irritation at being read so adeptly. His cock did not get the message, though, and remained stiff under the relentless doctor’s speculative stare.
“You don’t want to be, but you are,” Eastman insisted.
“You don’t have any actual interest in what I could teach you. You just want another specimen under your microscope. I’m a rare one, aren’t I?”
In another first, Soren caught a slight flinch around Eastman’s eyes. Yes, he’d called it exactly. The doctor was curious about him.
“It sounds like we both have our motivations,” Eastman said mildly and rested his hand on the door handle. “Yes or no?”
