Though Wolf was only an inch taller than him, Spencer still had trouble maneuvering him out of the tiny restaurant. Lucky for them, they were only a block from his hotel, and Spencer didn’t think to ask before heading to his room. He opened the door, and they entered the darkened suite. He turned on the lights, then made them both double espressos and brought the tiny cups over to where Wolf sat on the couch, staring blindly at the ceiling.
“Come on, big boy. Let’s sober you up.”
“I’m not really drunk.” Wolf took the cup from him and drank the espresso. “But thank you.”
“No need to thank me. We’re friends. We take care of each other.”
“Are we? I work too hard, and get wrapped up in my cases, and miss important things in all your lives. It’s understandable that you, Elliot, and Chess are closer.”
“While you’re right that you’re too wrapped up in your work, you’re dead wrong that we aren’t close. We’ve been there for each other since college, and that’s not going to change.”
“College isn’t real life.” Wolf finished his espresso. “I’ve discovered that.”
“But real friendship is. Wolfie, what’s going on with you tonight? I think I like you better when you’re rude to me.”
“That could be arranged.” A glimmer of a smile passed over his lips. “I’m sure you’ll do something outrageous that will drive me crazy.”
Without thinking, Spencer leaned over and touched his lips to Wolf’s. “How about that?”
Wolf sat frozen, his mouth half-open. Spencer had never seen him so nonplussed, and he liked that the tightly controlled man was confused and unsure. It made him more human.
And God knew, he’d always found him desirable.
When Wolf remained silent, Spencer cupped his hand around Wolf’s nape and kissed him fully this time, lips moving slowly over Wolf’s. Excitement built within him as Wolf’s breathing turned harsh and rapid. Unyielding at first, he sat stiff and unresponsive until Spencer pushed his tongue past his lips and Wolf shuddered.
“Spencer,” Wolf panted against his mouth, his breath hot and urgent. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you, idiot.” Spencer shifted closer, but Wolf remained still. Spencer supposed the shock had rendered him immobile. “Do you want me to stop?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, slanting his mouth over Wolf’s, tasting the bite of red wine on the silkiness of his tongue. Head spinning, Spencer couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this was Wolf under him, making the kind of sweet, hushed noises he’d never imagined possible from that normally scowling mouth. It was Wolf’s heat pouring into him, lighting him up like a supernova. And it was Wolf’s light, gentle fingers skimming over his face, burning his skin as if he were on fire.
Growing harder by the second, Spencer pushed Wolf’s jacket over his broad shoulders, sending it to the floor. He attacked Wolf’s neck, licking a hot, wet path from his hard jaw to his collar, and they fell backward on the wide, sectional couch, clutching each other. A pounding thundered against his cheek—Wolf’s heart, galloping a mile a minute. It emboldened Spencer to know he was the one to break through that stony facade. With sure fingers, he undid the knot of Wolf’s silk tie and unbuttoned his collar, revealing a fine swirl of dark chest hair. He gazed down at Wolf’s face and ran his fingers over the cut-glass edges of his cheekbones.
How had he forgotten how stunning Wolf was? Eyes like chips of topaz glittered beneath tangled inky strands of hair. His lips gleamed, not hard and unforgiving with his usual sarcastic comments, but soft and kiss-swollen. Spencer had never seen Wolf be anything but cool and calm, not a wrinkle in his clothes. Now he lay beneath him, open and vulnerable, face flushed, chest heaving as if he’d run a race.
Spencer liked this Wolf so much more.
“I don’t know—”
“But I do. Tell me you don’t want this.” Spencer dipped his head and found Wolf’s mouth again. After a minute of gentle, tentative coaxing—and what an incredible turn-on, knowing he’d reduced the powerful Wolf to a quivering ball of uncertainty—Wolf finally met his kiss with equal fervor, their tongues playing against one another.
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
But the words didn’t stop Wolf from touching Spencer, from running his hands over his back, his shoulders, along the curve of his spine. He tugged Spencer’s suit jacket off, and Spencer pulled the T-shirt over his head, letting it fly across the room to land in a heap on the floor.
“That T-shirt is Chanel, so now you know how much I want this.” He brushed his lips over Wolf’s. “I want you. I always have.”
When both of them were naked from the waist up, Spencer thumbed Wolf’s nipples before bending over to tease the tiny red points with his lips and teeth. With Wolf squirming and groaning under him, Spencer decided it was time to move things to the bedroom. They were too old to make out and fuck on a couch.
“Come with me.”
He rose to his feet, tugging Wolf to standing. Holding hands, they walked into the bedroom. A single light from the bathroom cast a dim glow over the room. He kicked off his loafers and swiftly removed the rest of his clothes, setting them on the dresser. When he turned to face Wolf, he was surprised to find him in the same place, still dressed.
“Playing hard to get?” He sauntered over to Wolf and unbuckled his belt, then drew his pants over his slim hips. “Damn, Wolf, you’re worth the wait.” His abs were chiseled steel, showcasing that gorgeous V of muscle. Spencer hooked his fingers on the elastic of Wolf’s briefs and peeled them over that perfect ass, releasing his thick erection. The clothing fell to his ankles, and Wolf’s breath hitched, his hands clenching at his sides.
“I’m not playing anything.”
Spencer fisted their cocks, drawing his hand up and down their hard lengths. A strangled moan escaped Wolf, and Spencer knew he’d remember that sound in his dreams. “Neither am I. I’ve never been more serious. Get out of those clothes now. I need you to fuck me.”
