God, he could be such a tight-ass sometimes.
Such a tight, tight ass.
I took another step forward, enjoying the tremble on his lips as he stared up at me. “What if I promise you won’t spend the night in jail or get caught? What if I promise to keep you safe?”
He shook his head quickly. “You can’t promise to keep me out of trouble, not if we’re breaking into a house together, Gunner.”
I took one last step, crossing the distance between us. Our bodies were only a few inches apart, but he finally stopped retreating. “Oh, there will be plenty of trouble for you, Malcolm.”
He swallowed, and the way his tongue darted across his lips made my cock stiffen.
“What if someone catches us? What if the owner of the house comes home?”
“Then I’ll protect you from him,” I whispered in his ear.
He shook his head again quickly. “There could be a security camera. We could get caught on tape!”
“Then there will be a really sexy tape for someone to look at later,” I whispered in his other ear.
“But—I just don’t do things like that!” he objected one last time, his eyelashes fluttering behind his glasses. “I just don’t—”
Before he could say anything else, I leaned forward, took his face in my hands, and pulled him in for a kiss. Malcolm let out a little yelp when my fingers landed on his soft cheeks, but the second our lips touched, he quivered and melted in my hands. I found that spot on his bottom lip again, biting and tugging at it while he wriggled up close, throwing his arms around me.
I released his lip with a snap, and he blinked.
“You’ve snuck into this place before?” he asked.
“Definitely.”
He shook his head, almost like he couldn’t believe himself. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m going to really lose my cool.”
I laughed and pulled him in for another quick kiss. “I like it when you surprise me.”
Malcolm stepped back, fidgeting and adjusting his glasses. “Let’s get on with it, then.”
I turned to the fence and jumped up, grabbing the bars and sticking my feet between the slats. When I was up a few feet off the ground, I wrapped my arm around the pole and extended my free hand down to Malcolm.
Staring up at me, he looked fucking delicious. The light from the gate entrance lit up his face, and his striped sweater hung off his chest and his arms in just the right way.
Then he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and took my hand.
