Changing my angle slightly with a slant of my head, I lick deeper inside. He makes a low noise like a hum andfinallystarts kissing me back. My familiarity with his body has me taking his hand and moving it where I want it, out from between us and onto my waist so I can press in closer. His habit of submitting to me and turning me on like a goddamn power plant gets us to the groping stage in no time.
We’ve always been like this. Short-fused. Quick to combust. I’m rock hard, and so is he because the chemistry between us is off the fucking charts. I have enough experience with men to know how rare this is, but maybe, despite his forwardness, he thinks this comes along every day.It doesn’t.We’re good together. So good, I’ve fallen for him. So good, I can’t imagine losing any part of this.
If he truly doesn’t see it—doesn’t want it—then I guess I could accept that, but I refuse to go down without a fight.
“What?” he breathes trying to break away. When he’s clear of my mouth, he finishes the question. “What is this? What’s going on with you?”
I’ve got my hands on his ass now, needing to feel every twitch of his erection against mine. His hands rest on my forearms as he leans his chest away to see me better. “I want you,” I tell him, my voice raw.
“That’s not what you said.”
“I want you. I love you. That’s what I came to say.”
He frowns like I’m speaking another language. And maybe I am. Maybe I sound nothing like what he’s used to from me, but this is the most basic truth I know. I love him and I want all of him.
“Then why Deacon?”
“Deacon just happened.” I lick my lips, the taste of him hitting my tongue and causing my dick to give its own thump in my shorts. “Somewhere between you wanting to keep all these compartments in play and not wanting to go out with me––I finally had a good date.”
“But why all the dates?” he asks. “If you wanted me, why didn’t you say so?”
“When? In the two seconds between coming and you leaving my office?”
“You could have tried literally any of the times we weren’t having sex.”
“You’ve always acted like you didn’t want anything serious.”
He drops his gaze. “So did you.”
“That was a lie,” I say. “I want more.”
“And Deacon’s giving you more?”
“He might. I don’t know. It hasn’t even been two weeks.”
“I’ve wanted that with him, too,” Evan says.
Fuck, that hurts. I’m not sure how I’m still standing after that hit. “But not me?”
“That’s not what I meant…” He hesitates, glancing between my eyes. “You’re myboss, Isaac.”
“When has that ever stopped you? If I actually thought for one second you wanted more, I would have given it to you in a fucking heartbeat.”
“How was I supposed to know that?”
How could henotknow that?
“Did I fuck up? Assuming it was casual for you? Just tell me. Is that all you want with me?”
“I thought…it doesn’t matter.” He cuts himself off and his eyes close.
No way. Fuck that. “It matters tome.”
His exhalation forms a huge cloud between us. “These men you usually date. I mean, maybe in ten years, I could compete, but––”
“Jesus, Evan. I’m not trying to sleep with someone’s stock portfolio.”
“If I’d thought it was possible. Maybe.”
