Sab grunts and I take my cue, leaving the Dubois brothers to figure it out themselves.
I step out of Tam’s house and face the frigid night air. Sab’s right about Tam’s place being a furnace, and I’m unprepared for the bitter wind that blasts me as I head for the annex with my coat unzipped and flapping in the winter gale.
The shower calls my name. I seek sanctuary in the blast of hot water and steam, then I remember the ball of scrubs in my car that need to come in and be washed. Getting cold all over again holds little appeal, but I’ve let adulting slip recently and I need to step up.
I make the mad dash in the wind and hurry back to the annex, already resenting the six seconds it’s going to take me to load the washing machine.
“Bhodi!”
I spin around to find Tam jogging after me. For once he has shoes on, but his hair is as damp as mine, and there’s a wildness in him that I feel to my core. “What’s wrong?”
Tam reaches me, not hesitating before he draws me in, sliding his big, warm hands along my jaw. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t have to leave.”
“It’s late.”
“That’s not why you scarpered.”
“Sab needs you.”
“Sab needs to sleep.”
“What about you?” His lips are too tempting. I steal a kiss. “What do you need?”
Tam takes a slow breath. I see the conflict rage in his complex brain before he floors me with the truth. “I needyou.”
Fifteen
BHODI
I need you.
I don’t stop to consider what that means. What itcouldmean.
Or what it doesn’t.
I seize the moment. I take Tam by his good hand and lead him to the annex.
Fumble the keys.
Drag him inside.
Not that he takes much dragging, until I remember that he likesit—to give himself up to the moment. Tochooseit after he spent so long with no choices at all.
I kick the door shut and shove Tam against it. In the dark, his eyes gleam, as feral as I suddenly feel, and I know he didn’t come here for a chat.
I’m too worked up to worry that he only wants me for sex. To disregard every non-sexual encounter we’ve shared and whatthey might mean. I have the rest of my life to overthink all that. Right now, Iwanthim, and everything that comes with it. “I want to fuck you.”
Tam bites my bottom lip. “I’ve been dreaming about you saying that to me.”
“Good dreams?”
“The fucking best.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.” I tug him from the door and relieve him of his faded tee in one fluid movement. “I haven’t topped in…I don’t even know. It might be terrible.”
