“Thanks,” Goldie said.
Day smiled brightly.
Goldie’s heart thumped. He wondered if he’d hit his head when Day dragged him into bed. He cleared his throat. “There’s, uh, one more.”
Day tilted his head.
“It’s here on the back of my neck.”
Day leaned in close, sliding his hand over Goldie’s shoulder. He patted around the collar of his tank top until he found the edge of the patch and then he peeled it off.
Goldie considered jerking up and cracking his head right into Day’s nose. It wouldn’t have been hard, but again wouldn’t do much to increase his odds of surviving this bizarre ordeal.
Day’s eyes were a rich shade of brown that reminded Goldie of warm, delicious coffee—ha, like the coffee Day had used to drug him.
Damn, Goldie had to keep it together.
Day opened up a new patch, and he frowned as he seemed to realize it was going to be awkward to get it into position since Goldie was handcuffed on his back. He crawled right back on top of Goldie, straddling his hips.
Goldie commanded his cock to stand down.
Do not engage. I repeat, do not fucking engage. Yes, it feels very nice, but that deliciously firm ass is attached to a whole wagon of whacko!
Day grabbed a big handful of Goldie’s hair to sweep it out of his way. He pulled Goldie’s head forward, urging him to sit up, which was next to impossible with his arms trapped above his head. Day pressed close, wiggling the patch around and trying to put it in the correct spot.
Goldie was struggling to ignore how good it felt to have a beautiful young man on top of him, and he was losing fast. Day’s face was hovering right next to his, and Goldie’s eyes drifted to his full, pouty lips.
Day finally got the patch more or less straight, but he didn’t pull away. He remained as he was, resting on Goldie’s broad chest with his arms loosely wrapped around Goldie’s shoulders. He was smiling, shy and sweet, gazing longingly into Goldie’s eyes.
Goldie had no idea what he’d done to earn that level of emotion, and it was flattering and equally uncomfortable. “So, uh.”
Day’s smile grew.
“When you said that you wanted me,” Goldie said carefully, “what exactly did you mean by that? Like, do you want my organs or something? I… I’d kinda like to know what I’m in for if you’re not here to rob me.”
Day’s brow wrinkled, and he looked like he was lost in thought. He shifted back suddenly, giving himself enough space to touch his chest and then tap Goldie’s.
“Huh?”
Day did it again, harder.
Goldie had no idea what Day was trying to say. His loins were continuing to insist on serving a very enthusiastic response to the gorgeous man straddling him, and he was having trouble keeping certain things from escalating of their own accord. He tried to think of anything to derail the desire, but not even reminding himself that Day had drugged him was enough.
Fuck, he had to be going insane.
Yup. That’s all.
Just finally losing his mind.
Shaking his head, Goldie mumbled under his breath, “Dear God, please just wake me up already.”
Day gasped.
“What?”
Day was grinning excitedly, and he hopped off Goldie to kneel beside the bed.
Though Goldie missed the physical contact, it was easier to focus now. He didn’t have to worry about his dick getting hard and poking his kidnapper. He watched Day clasp his hands together and bow his head, and he had to bite back a laugh.
