Those soft pink lips, those eyes glistening in the building’s security light… A powerful desire to feel his body against mine surged through me, but I fought the impulse just as I had done the last few times we’d seen one another, when we’d danced together at the bar or joked together through small talk, surely knowing what we really wanted had nothing to do with talking. I’d known he wanted me, but it wasn’t until I caught him with his tongue down another guy’s throat at the bar that I realized he’d made some peace with that side of himself…at least enough to not withhold that from himself.
“You should go back upstairs,” I said, but temptation possessed my body as I reached out to his face and ran my thumb along his bottom lip. Oh, the sensation it stirred in my thumb just added to all the fantasies playing out in my mind. Those lips would look so good sucking me off or worshipping my balls.
“I don’t want to go upstairs.” His voice was low and breathy, evoking some primal growl from me, like a feral animal, before I forced my hand back.
“Then I’d better go.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“What do you want, then?”
“Maybe I just want to get to know you.”
However, I could tell by the way he said it what he really meant. I chuckled, musing about fucking him and watching those beautiful eyes roll back as I put his body through the wringer, made him experience more pleasure than he’d ever conceived of.
“No one knows me, Pretty Thing. No one can know me.”
“Then maybe we can chat instead?”
I physically restrained myself, shifting my head either way as my body seemed to resist my attempts. Like suddenly I was going to lose control and take what my body craved. “I think that’s a really bad idea.”
He moved closer, his body so fucking near, like he was trying to make me break, which only made it more of a competition—one I would win.
“Then why are you still standing here?” he asked, challenging me once more.
I mustered some Hercules-worthy strength to keep from grabbing him and pulling him alongside the building to give him exactly what he craved.
“Walk with me,” he whispered, then turned and started through the parking lot, to the side street winding downhill toward the beach. He didn’t move as though he were in any rush, but as though he had all the time in the world, which made it easy enough for me to catch up with him.
“Why do you want to talk to me?” I asked.
“Whydon’tyou want to talk to me?”
I had no intention of answering his question, and he didn’t push as we continued walking side by side down the street.
“We should swap Grindr profiles,” he said, catching me off guard.
“What?”
“Not the actual profiles. Just the facts: twenty-four, into football, horror movies, and bjs.”
I couldn’t resist the laugh. “Had to throw bjs in there?”
“Didn’thaveto.”
“Well, forty-six, into soccer, comedies, and anal, though bjs are never off the table…unless the person offering happens to be my friend’s kid.”
“I’m gonna be honest, I’m not sure you need to include that part.”
“Better safe than sorry.”
“What about being friends with your friend’s kid? That’s never off the table.”
“I don’t know if that belongs on a Grindr profile.”
Ty enjoyed a laugh, and the way it escaped his beautiful lips, that deep tone struck my ears just right, soothed my soul.
“Maybe not a Grindr profile, then,” he said. “Maybe just in real life.”
