“Do you feel it, too?”
His throat bobbed. “Feel… what?”
Storm brushed his knuckles against Nathan’s stomach. The muscles twitched under his touch, and Nathan’s breath stalled. Storm stretched his fingers out, flattening his palm against the thin fabric of his T-shirt. He expected to be rebuffed, but Nathan’s hands only tightened on the edge of the counter behind him. His chest heaved with quick, shallow breaths.
He wasn’t telling him no, so Storm slowly slid his hand up. The fabric bunched under his hand, dragging his shirt up to reveal a strip of skin and an enthralling trail of hair that disappeared below his waistband. At his neckline, he curled his fingers around bare skin, loving the way the pulse thundered below his fingertips.
“Storm,” Nathan murmured. The sound of his name, breathy and uncertain, rolled down his spine to pool in his belly. “What are you doing?”
“I asked you a question,” Storm said softly. “Do you feel it, too?”
“Feel what?” This time, Stormfeltthe bob of Nathan’s throat under his palm.
“The pull.”
Nathan moved then, wrapping a hand around Storm’s wrist—though he didn’t push him away. “No?” He sounded more uncertain than ever.
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
Nathan huffed. “It-It doesn’t matter.”
“Why not?” He was quite certain that nothing had ever mattered more—at least not to him.
“We can’t.”
“Says who?” Storm leaned in, pinning him to the counter with his body, and a quietmewlleft Nathan.
He squirmed, rubbing himself against Storm. There was a very telling bulge below his zipper. “The guild, of course.”
Storm shifted, pressing a thigh between his and giving him something to rut against, which he did immediately. His head fell back in abandon, exposing him further for Storm to claim. He raised his free hand to cradle the back of Nathan’s head. It was a powerful position; he could snap Nathan’s neck easily like this. Nathan either didn’t notice or didn’t care—or he just trusted Storm that much. Storm desperately hoped for the latter.
“Your body seems to be telling you something else,” Storm pointed out.
“My body is stupid,” Nathan said, his thighs clamping around Storm’s like he was trying to stop himself.
A possessive growl rolled out of Storm. “I think your body has the right idea.”
“This doesn’t—I’m not gay.” But his hands grasped at Storm’s waist like he was hungry for more, pulling Storm tightly against him. “I’ve been with women all my life.”
“Itispossible to like more than one gender.” Did that mean Storm would be his first man? That sent a delighted, possessive thrill through him. He wanted to be his first andonly.
“But I… don’t? Or at least I never thought I did. I don’t know what it is about you. You just make me feel…”
Storm understood. He felt the same. “Then why don’t you find out?” he coaxed. “Kiss me.”
Nathan stilled, his eyes falling to Storm’s mouth. “I… I can’t.”
How far could he push? “Kiss me.”
Nathan lunged toward him like his strength to resist failed him, crushing their mouths together. Storm wanted to howl victoriously, lifting his fingers to Nathan’s jaw and prying his mouth open to press his tongue inside. They kissed long after the coffeemaker stopped gurgling, Nathan working himself against Storm’s thigh. His own erection pressed maddeningly against Nathan’s hip, but he ignored it for now. There would be time for him to take his pleasure.
He fisted his hand in Nathan’s shirt, dragging it up and over his head. Nathan’s eyes were heavy-lidded with lust as Storm kissed him again, deep and hungry. He begrudgingly released his jaw only to wrench open his fly. He would take him right there in the kitchen if Nathan would let him.
But no. If Nathan had never been with a man before, Storm wanted to be sure he enjoyed himself. Wanted to be sure he came back for more.
“Show me your bedroom,” he ordered.
Nathan must have forgotten all his reasons for not doing this, because he pushed into Storm’s body, guiding him backward without breaking their kiss. Storm chuckled, sucking Nathan’s tongue as he staggered through the doorway into the hall. Nathan pushed Storm’s shirt up and off, leaving it and his own sneakers in the hallway like breadcrumbs.
