Kit’s warm fuzzies incinerated into something far hotter. He licked his lips, intentionally drawing Holden’s attention, and said, “Please.”
Because if dating Holden was a bad idea?
Kit needed to make the most of what he could get.
Holden crowded Kit against the wall. Lifting his beer, he stroked Kit’s jaw with the cool, damp knuckles of that hand. A drop of condensation slid down Kit’s throat as Holden covered his lips.
Kit moaned into the kiss, torn between the hot and cold sensations. Holden’s other hand was so fucking hot running down Kit’s arm. Kit’s beer can crinkled slightly in his tightening grasp as Holden caressed his wrist and fingers. Then Holden grabbed Kit’s hand, beer and all, and pressed it against the wall.
By the time Holden pulled away, Kit was breathless.
“Want to hit the dance floor, or head upstairs?” Holden murmured.
Dancing was a definite no. “What’s upstairs?”
Holden’s smile widened. “Somewhere quiet, so we can… talk.”
Kit’s entire body hummed, drawn magnetically towards Holden. He took a sip of his beer, and the cold liquid only intensified the heat by contrast. “Upstairs sounds good.”
Holden slid an arm around Kit’s waist and led him upstairs.
They detoured into a bedroom covered in posters of naked women. Kit almost protested that the decor was a turnoff—nothing wrong with other people being into women, Kit just couldn’t relate.
But Holden barely groped him against the closet door before fishing a six-pack of hard lemonade from a mini fridge. “My friend let me stash this here. Come on, we’re heading to the roof.”
The roof was both less and more impressive than Kit expected. Less, because the rooftop patio was mostly used as a storage space, with piles of broken furniture and otherjunk. More, because the view of San Corvo’s night sky was breathtaking.
Holden set the six-pack down and leaned against the railing. Kit leaned next to him, not quite touching.
“Thanks for being cool about James tagging along,” Kit said. “I know it’s not really normal.”
“Being poly is normal,” Holden pointed out. “I’m not used to it, and I was jealous as hell for a minute, but it’s normal.”
The correction surprised Kit. Okay, yeah. Dating multiple people might be the most normal thing about Kit’s love life.
“Just for a minute?” Kit asked curiously.
“Leave me some dignity, okay?” Holden nudged Kit’s shoulder. “Anyway, I get why he was worried, with the whole murderer on the loose thing.”
Kit tipped his beer back. There was barely any left. “He’s pretty protective.”
God. That sounded so insufficient. James shot a man for Kit.
But Kit could never tell Holden that.
“How’s the case coming along, anyway?” Holden asked. “Is that detective guy still looking into it?”
“Bishop’s still working on it.” Kit shouldn’t be talking about this with anyone besides Bishop, but he could keep the details vague. Besides, Holden was there when Kit talked to Joyce. “At least nobody else has died. Unless he’s moved somewhere else.”
“He?” Holden asked.
“I guess I’m making an assumption there.”
Holden took Kit’s empty can and tossed it into a nearby trash bin. “Little weird that he stopped though, isn’t it? I took a class on criminal profiling last semester, and serial killers tend to escalate unless something interrupts them.”
Kit shifted closer to Holden, closing the difference between their bare arms. “Not necessarily.”
“What do you mean?”
