Heath held up a hand. “Dominic? The one-man wrecking machine? He is way above average.”
“He is kinda swole.”
“See? Even you noticed.”
“I noticed you first.”
Heath’s mouth closed, his face now blazing. “I… thank you.”
“I think you need to stop dating assholes.”
“That would seem to be the case, yes.”
“What’s-his-face is a loser for not recognizing what he had in you.”
“Are you drunk?”
Evan laughed. “No, but I might’ve hit my head when I saved your life.”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“Not a chance.”
Evan took a step closer and cupped Heath’s cheek, running his thumb across those pouty, kiss-bruised lips. Heath’s eyes fluttered closed, a sharp intake of breath drawing him in another step to press his lips to Heath’s gently. His lashes fluttered upward, his mood ring eyes swirling through with sapphire.
“Maybe we should take a shower.”
Heath nodded mutely and backed into the bathroom. Evan followed.
It was like he’d woken from a coma knowing a new language. Shouldn’t he be panicking? Questioning every decision he’d made in his life? Maybe, and he probably would at some point,but it could wait. Right now, his only plan was to fuck until neither of them could walk.
twenty-three
. . .
Time had slowed to a crawl, but Heath’s brain was running at double speed.
Each gentle brush of Evan’s lips, whisper-soft and investigative, sent him deeper into the fire. It was torture. Delicious, exquisite torture.
Evan did it again, and again, changing the angle or the pressure. Lightly flicking his tongue against Heath’s bottom lip until he opened and let the fire consume him.
He ran his hands through the tactile glory of that chest hair. He wanted to throw Evan down and rub all over him, like a dog in freshly cut grass. He was obsessed.
The man was a sensory playground. Sharp, funny, gorgeous. They’d spent days together, and he’d yet to get bored.
The water kicked on and the mirrors steamed, and Heath considered they might want to have a conversation before things went any further. Then Evan’s fingers tightened in his hair and the kiss changed from curious to ravenous.
He had no business aching so soon after having already come, but the hard length of Evan’s cock pressed against hisrejuvenated erection, and all his good intentions flew right out the window.
The man read him like a tawdry novel, moving his hips in a slow circle and kissing him until his legs threatened to dissolve. Was it the baby-eating lawyer powers that gave him this innate ability to sense his needs before even he had? Every touch was perfection, like they’d been doing this for years.
“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”
“Way more interested in your front, but I’ll pencil it in.”
Heath whimpered and stepped into the stone shower enclosure. Warm water tingled across his back, and Evan’s chest hair brushed his nipples, making his head spin.
Theyreallyneeded to talk about this, but… Oh, God… later. Much, much later.
