“You can keep watchin’ if you want. But you’re still gonna get in here with me.”
“That so?”
Brantley smiled.
Damn him.
Reese stood his ground, arms crossed, wondering when the hell he’d become so damn easy. At one point in his life, he could’ve resisted any woman on the planet for as long as necessary.
Then again, Brantley wasn’t a woman, and no woman had ever turned him on like this man could.
It shouldn’t have surprised him that Brantley would pull out the big guns, planting one hand on the tiled wall and gripping his cock in his fist, stroking slowly, steam beginning to drift up, molding to his ridiculously nice body.
They were at a standoff, and there was no doubt in Reese’s mind who would win, but for the time being, he was going to hold out for as long as—
Ah, hell, his cock was so hard it hurt. But he was stronger than that damn appendage, damn it. He would just focus on…
Brantley’s big, bulging biceps…
Those thick shoulders…
Rippling pecs…
Washboard abs…
Fuck me, I’m doomed.
As if he could sense Reese’s ongoing mental battle, Brantley turned, relaxing back against the wall, jerking his cock more firmly, his chest and arm muscles flexing.
For fuck’s sake.
“Fine,” Reese bit out as he shoved away from the sink. “You win.”
“I know I do. Now strip and get your fine ass in here.”
It wasn’t the fastest he’d ever disrobed, but it was damn close. And then he was in the shower, beneath the hot spray, chest pressed up against Brantley’s, their mouths fusing together.
And just like that, all was right in the world. The fog from sleep, the exhaustion from their run, even the damn guilt Reese had been battling as of late faded away like mist, and his brain and body came alive. All of that thanks to Brantley’s skilled hands as they traveled urgently over his back, gliding effortlessly down to his ass, gripping firmly, teasingly.
“Do you know how hard it is to resist you?” Brantley mumbled against his mouth.
Oh, he had some idea, but Reese asked the question anyway. “How hard?”
Reese cocked his head to the side when those firm lips went on a sensual journey along his jaw.
“I could fuck you ten times a day,” Brantley growled softly against his skin.
“Could you?”
“Easy.”
“What stops you?”
“Don’t wanna scare you off.”
Reese moaned when Brantley sucked on his neck. “Think we’re long past … can’t scare …fuck.” He leaned in to get closer. “Don’t stop doin’ that.”
His eyes rolled back when Brantley continued to lick and suck the sensitive skin beneath his ear.
