“How about I give you five hundred now and we’ll take it from there?”
“Five hundred?” Zac blinked. He’d been about to ask for three seven-five.
“Is that not enough?”
“No, no, it’s fine.”
“Good.” Liam left the room briefly and came back with a neat roll of notes. “You can count it, you know. I won’t be offended.”
Zac shook his head and stuffed the money in his bag. Something—everything—told him that he didn’t have to worry about Liam shortchanging him. “It’s fine. I trust you.”
“Yeah?” Liam seemed pleased, though the emotion was masked by the dullness Zac had noticed during their previous encounter. “So what do you want to do? Are you hungry?”
“Nope. I already ate.” It was a lie. Zac had been too nervous to eat since the night before, but Liam didn’t need to know that. “Besides, shouldn’t I be asking what you want to do? I’m here for you, remember?”
“I want to make sure you’re comfortable. That’s allowed, isn’t it?”
Zac had no idea. It had been quite some time since his comfort level had bothered anyone. Instead, he focused on Liam, taking in the little details he’d failed to notice the first time they’d met—his healthy tan and the natural highlights in his slightly too-long blond hair. Despite the luxury flat, he didn’t look like a rich twat. Didn’t much act like one either.
“What are you thinking so hard about?”
“Hmm?” In Zac’s haze of staring at Liam, ironically, he hadn’t noticed him stepping closer. “Oh, nothing really. Just trying to figure out who you are.”
“Does it matter who I am?”
Did it? With any other john Zac couldn’t have cared less, but Liam fascinated him. He closed the distance between them and laid a tentative hand on Liam’s chest. The warmth of Liam’s body seeped into his hand and up his arm, heating him from the inside out. Zac sucked in a sharp breath. He’d thought he’d remembered the electric effect touching Liam had on him, but the many—many—hours he’d spent reliving it had done the simmering current little justice.
Liam smirked and closed his hand around Zac’s wrist. “How about we pick up where we left off and save the questions for after?”
He doesn’t waste any time. But it was more than fine by Zac. His insane curiosity could wait . . . and hopefully fade, because it stood to reason that if he asked Liam too many questions, Liam would respond with some of his own, and that was something Zac could live without. “Show me your bedroom.”
“This way.”
Liam took Zac’s hand and led him out of the kitchen. The bedroom was across the hall and looked like a five-star hotel room or, at least, how Zac imagined a five-star hotel room might be: low lighting; dark, thick carpets; and moody purple bedding. A far cry from Zac’s own IKEA-basics bedroom back in King’s Lynn. “I like this.”
“Good.” Liam stopped at the foot of the bed and grasped the hem of Zac’s T-shirt. “Let’s see what else you like.”
Zac raised his arms as Liam pulled his T-shirt over his head. Cool air hit his skin and goose bumps broke out across his chest. Liam smirked again and trailed his fingertips down Zac’s abdomen. Zac shivered. What the fuck? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
But how was it supposed to go? Zac had never been attracted to a john before. In fact, he hadn’t been attracted to anyone except Jamie in as long as he could remember, and that didn’t really count. He fucked around with Jamie because they were hookers, and friends with benefits. Fucking Jamie was comfortable and familiar.
Simply touching Liam was beyond the fucking stratosphere.
Liam reached the button of Zac’s jeans. He popped it and slid them over Zac’s hips. “Commando?”
Zac grinned. “Didn’t think I’d need my boxers much.”
“You thought right.” Liam pulled Zac’s jeans all the way down his legs so Zac could step out of them, and his shoes and socks, then Liam dropped his own trousers, revealing that he’d forgone underwear too. His T-shirt quickly followed, and then they were naked, bare to the night, and staring like they’d never fucked before. Like that night, nearly a month ago, hadn’t happened, and they were seeing each other for the first time.
Liam put his hands on Zac’s face. For a moment, Zac thought he might kiss him, but he didn’t. He slid a hand into Zac’s hair and yanked his head to one side. The action was rough and caught Zac off guard. Another shiver ran through him, thrilling and raw. Yes. He wanted this. Craved Liam’s teeth and tongue, his roaming hands. Being back in London had left him a little ragged—twitchy even—but Liam’s electric touch was perversely calming and the shadowy city outside faded away.
Zac hardened. Liam saw it and raised an eyebrow, the question in his gaze clear. He wanted to touch Zac’s cock, with his hands, perhaps his mouth. Zac licked his lips. “Do it.”
“Sure?”
“Fuck yeah.”
It was all the encouragement Liam seemed to need. He dropped to his knees and gripped Zac’s thighs, his face inches away from where Zac wanted it most, and blew warm air over Zac’s dick, smirking when it jumped. “Make sure you tell me when I run out of credit.”
