Quintus was grateful when Scott seemed to ignore his flub. “Yeah,” he said, stepping close and again the sweet scent from the other night assaulted him. Quintus stepped back, putting a lot of room between them. He couldn’t get caught up in the other man’s enticing scent.
“Do you want to go inside?”
Why does that sound so seductive?Maybe it was the way Scott was looking at him—as if he was the sweetest cream ready to be licked up all over.
“Yes.”
“Come on,” he said, as he started walking around the front of the house. “I brought dinner as promised. I forgot to ask if there was anything you didn’t like to eat, so I hope you don’t mind pizza with everything on top of it.”
“I’m not picky.”
Quintus made sure not to walk too close to Scott. He was confident that Scott wasn’t aware his scent was affecting him. The wordmaterang out in the back of his mind again, but Quintus pushed the thought aside. Scott might be giving him “I want to eat you” looks, but that was as far as things went.
Maybe I’m reading into things.
They walked inside, and Quintus noted how much sunlight the foyer got thanks to the high ceiling windows.
“Why don’t you go ahead and look around while I get the foodready.”
“You don’t want to look around with me? Tell me what you’re envisioning? It’s your house, after all.”
Scott smiled, and Quintus held back his gasp, but he couldn’t stop the fluttering in his stomach from happening. Scott had a devilishly handsome face, as if the gods themselves fashioned him. He took the short steps needed to be in front of Quintus, who backed up into the wall behind him.
“Your eyes are breathtaking, kitty.” He reached up and ran his fingers through a lock of Quintus’s hair. “I could get lost in them. They remind me of pure gold.”
Say something.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, Scott used the opportunity to claim his lips. He moaned at his first taste of the man. Quintus circled an arm around Scott’s neck, deepening their kiss.
* * *
I should step away.Fuck, I need to stop.
But he couldn’t.
Fuck, I can’t. He tastes so good. So, fucking good.
Scott pinned Quintus further into the wall and devoured his mouth. He felt crazed with lust and desire for the man grinding deliciously against him. His cock hardened in his jeans, and he pushed his erection up against him.
How the fuck did we go from zero to one-eighty in two seconds?
Scott’s internal question was pushed from his mind when his need to taste Quintus took precedence. Slowly, Scott licked his way down Quintus’s neck and grazed his fangs against his flesh. He was about to sink his fangs into the man’s skin when his eyes widened, and he came to his senses.
What the fuck am I doing?
He quickly stepped back from Quintus who seemed as surprised as he was. They were both panting for breath. He looked away from Quintus, not sure what the hell had just happened between them.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he started, but the rest of the words failed to come out.
“I should go look around,” Quintus said, making a hasty retreat and not waiting for Scott to respond.
Fuck, what the hell did I just do?
Scott walked into the kitchen of the house and stood against the counter, trying to figure out what to say to Quintus that didn’t make him feel like an asshole.
He’d gotten to his property and noticed Quintus’s car. Remembering what Quintus had said about looking around before he showed up, Scott had walked around to the back of his property. When he’d spotted him, Quintus had been deep in thought and he’d taken a moment to observe the man more.
That day, Quintus had worn his hair down, and Scott’s hand had itched with wanting to run his fingers through it. The jeans he had on seemed exceptionally tight but fit his butt perfectly. When he’d stepped closer to Quintus, the most enticing scent had hit him, causing his fangs to elongate instantly.
