Whoa.
He glanced up at Evander over his shoulder. “Whipped cream?”
“Please.” Ev flashed him a wicked grin, his teeth very white in the gloom of the house. But not fangy at all.
“I like it too. Sweet and creamy.”
Oh God, Corbin, shut up. You’re being an idiot. Just breathe in and out and in and out and scoop the butterscotch pudding into the little cups and put on the cream.
No looking at how incredibly studly Evander was now that he was standing.
Just none, because looming should not be sexy. This was a non-sexy thing.
“You seem tense, lethean.”
“Do I?” Lethean. Mate. Lover. Beloved. The one who I desire most of all. “I feel… flushed. Silly, I know. I’m not a virgin.”
Evander chuckled, the sound dark and deep and rich. “I tend to have that effect on people, though. Corbin, I’m a hunter. I’m not a kinder, gentler, Flower Mound fae.”
That kind of put his back up and gave him the gumption he needed to straighten his shoulders and lift his chin. “I’m not exactly kinder, gentler either. I told you before, growing things is not an easy proposition.”
More vines came out and wrapped themselves around the legs of a kitchen chair. “I’ve been a guardian. I keep bad things from passing from the human realm into other realms. That’s what I do here.”
“I’m sure that’s why I’m drawn to you. I like a warrior spirit.” Evander moved close enough to press him back against the kitchen counter, their bodies coming together from chest toknees. Evander bent him back, hands on the countertop behind him.
“You should probably be very, very scared of me. I can be thorny, you know?” Why was it so easy for Evander to lift him up and sit him on the edge of the counter?
He wrapped his fingers in the long hair he’d seen so many times. That he’d washed, brushed, cared for, and re-braided back into the complicated plait that it had been in.
“You took good care of me. For that, I thank you.”
“It was the right thing to do. I wanted you. To. I wanted to.”
Evander’s lips were right there.
“I want you too, Corbin.” Evander bent and put that mouth on his lips, tongue pressing and searching for an opening. As soon as he opened his mouth, Evander invaded, tongue tangling with his, hand coming up to cup the back of his neck. He’d never felt so overwhelmed by a kiss in his whole life, and he had been around for a while.
His knees buckled, which is fine because he wasn’t holding himself up. The counter had him, and Evander had him.
Oh boy, did Evander have him.
He put one hand on the center of Evander’s chest, loving the feel of the steady rhythm of that huge heart pounding against his. The other hand, he put on the counter.
In the big bowl of butterscotch pudding.
Sploot.
He stared up at Evander, eyes going wide. “Pudding.”
“Pardon?”
“No pudding.” He held up his hand, which squelched as he pulled it free from the bowl of sticky goo.
“Oh. I think I could probably still taste it.” Evander took Corbin’s hand in one of his and licked his fingers. The motion of that rough-tongue sensation shooting up his arm and firing into his nipples and then all the way down to his groin.
A harsh moan escaped him and his knees drew up, his hips rocking in a rough rhythm on the counter. He could feel his body changing, his ass getting wet, his cock hard as nails.
“Please, Evander.”
