“Baby, what’s shaking? How’s it goin’?” Appreciative brown eyes raked me from head to toe. “I’m thinkin’ good.”
“Marco. It’s been a while.” No welcome vibes from Bailey, I noticed. He’d turned stiff—and not in a good way.
“I’m having a party tonight. Maybe you and yourfriendwould like to come.”
“I don’t think so, Marco, but thanks anyway.” His gaze flicked to me, and I could see he wanted to leave. Desperately.
“Ready to go?” I rumbled. “It’s gonna get cold if we don’t eat it soon.”
“See you.” Bailey pulled me along, and we left Marco standing on the sidewalk. “Fucking asshole,” he grumbled as he pulled out the keys to the front door.
Amused but curious, I followed him up to the second floor of the brownstone and into his apartment. “What was that about?”
Bailey shrugged and set the pizza box on the kitchen counter. “Just a guy. Nothing special.”
“Not what it looked like to me. He got to you. Old boyfriend?”
“I don’t have boyfriends.” Bailey pulled out a beer from the fridge and held it up in question. I nodded, and he handed it to me, then crossed the shining wooden floors to sit on the sectional in the living room.
“No? You look like the type.”
Bailey’s brows drew together. “What does that mean?”
I set my beer bottle on the coffee table and crawled across the sofa to him. “Do you really wanna talk? Or…”
Bailey grabbed my T-shirt at the collar and twisted his fingers in the fabric, pulling me to him. “I like theormuch, much better,” he murmured against my mouth and kissed me.
I sat and pulled him close, our lips still locked together. “Mmm. Me too. This is all I could think about. You on top of me. Me inside you.”
“I’d like that. I must confess I wasn’t sure I’d see you again after last night.” Thick dark lashes swept down on his cheeks.
Damn, he was sharp. I couldn’t even say why I’d texted him—except I’d wanted to see his face.
“Yet here I am.”
A crooked grin kicked up his lips. “Yeah. Here you are. In the flesh.” He leaned in and settled his lips on mine. That position gave me a chance to run my hands over his broad shouldersand back. Bailey rocked his pelvis into mine while plunging his tongue past my lips. I sucked hard, the need to possess this man growing by the second.
“So fucking hot, Bailey. I watched you eat that pizza, and you almost made me come in my pants.”
He reached between us and squeezed our dicks. My head spun, and my cock throbbed, painfully hard and swollen.
“Let’s go.”
I yanked him up with me, and we tore off our clothes. What the hell was happening that every time I got near this man, I had to have him? He took off his glasses and vivid blue eyes watched me as I stroked my shaft.
“You are so beautiful.”
Compliments rolled off me. I didn’t need them. I’d heard them all my life, and I knew they were given easily to get me in the sack. But Bailey’s made me self-conscious, and I wanted to change the subject. I hovered above him and dipped my head to bite at his nipples. Our hard cocks brushed together. “What do you like?”
His hand slipped around my neck. “You. I like you.”
I reached for the condom and lube, when Bailey’s phone buzzed. I hesitated. “Need to get that?”
“Fuck it,” he rasped. “In me. Now.”
The phone stopped and started again. It kept ringing.
“It’s a buzzkill.” I sat on the edge of the bed, found Bailey’s pants, and handed him the ringing phone. “Just answer it.”
