Kat grinned at him, holding her hands in the air. “I’m just saying.” She turned with a giggle and went to do as she was told.
Jeremy headed straight for Harrison, not stopping until his whole body was pressed against him. “Dear God, you are hot.”
Harrison stiffened in surprise, before relaxing against him. “I take itThe Princess Bridequotes are a turn on for you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Jeremy’s neck.
“Right now, the sound of your voice alone is making me hard.” Jeremy gripped onto Harrison’s waist as he leaned closer. “But hearing you quote shit like that is enough to make my head explode. Now, kiss me.”
Harrison tilted his head to one side. “As you wish.”
Jeremy’s eyes damn near rolled back in his head. “Oh, fuck yes.” He fitted his mouth to Harrison’s, sliding his tongue along his bottom lip before delving inside for a deeper taste. His whole body was alive with this man’s nearness. Everything about Harrison was new and exciting to him, and yet Harrison knew enough of his world that they interacted like old friends. Never had he felt this comfortable with someone so quickly. It was scary, but exhilarating all the same.
They were both breathing hard when they parted. Harrison reached up to trace Jeremy’s bottom lip with his thumb. “I could get drunk on the taste of you,” he murmured.
A sound of longing worked its way up Jeremy’s throat and he gritted his teeth against the urge to go further. “Unfortunately, inebriation will have to wait until after hours.”
“More’s the pity.” Harrison took a deliberate step backward, putting some much-needed space between them. “Until then, I have that quote for you, for the wall.” He crouched down to dig through his bag for a moment, before straightening to hand Jeremy a single sheet of paper.
“Excellent,” Jeremy said, glad for the distraction. He unfolded the sheet and quickly read the contents. When he was done he looked up at Harrison with a single raised eyebrow. “What is this? You were supposed to give me a real quote.”
“It is a real quote,” Harrison insisted.
“Really.” Jeremy dropped his gaze back to the paper. “Do all your clients pay you with dinner and conversation?”
“No, but you’re special.” He held his arms up, gesturing to his torso. “I’m a starving artist here. Feed me.”
“I can tell,” Jeremy scoffed, crossing his arms as his eyes travelled over Harrison’s muscular physique. “I get hungry just looking at you.”
Harrison propped one hand on a hip. “Mr Hayden,” he teased, “are you checking me out?”
“Hell, yes.”
“Good.” The word came with a satisfied nod. “I’d hate to think the ogling is one-sided.”
Jeremy threw his arms in the air. “At least let me pay for the materials you’re using.”
Harrison shook his head. “No need. I’ve got left-over paint from a dozen different jobs. I won’t need more.”
Deciding to try another tack, Jeremy stepped closer. “I could offer sexual favours.”
That got Harrison’s attention. He raised his eyebrows, trying to appear affronted even as his gaze dropped to Jeremy’s mouth. “You mean I don’t get those for free?”
Blowing out a sigh of exasperation, Jeremy gave in. “Fine. I accept your terms with many thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, there is one more thing I need from you,” Harrison told him, a sceptical expression on his face. “Although, I’m not entirely sure you can give it to me.”
Jeremy’s lips parted on an intake of breath. “You bet your tight arse I can,” he declared, his body throbbing with anticipation. “Anything you want. Tell me.”
Those velvety brown eyes caressed his face for a long moment before he replied. “A ladder.” He stepped away, surveying the wall as if he hadn’t just gone out of his way to turn Jeremy into a quivering mess of lust. “I definitely need a ladder.”
Groaning at his own gullibility, Jeremy collapsed over the top of the counter. “You are going to kill me, Harrison,” he said with a husky laugh, before turning toward the back room where the ladder was stored. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
