Andhe was fucking tired of waiting.
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Ethanfelt the moment the energy in the truck morphed into something combustible. Hehad answered Beau’s questions, maybe not in depth, but he had to give himself apat on the back for at least answering.
Butnow, from what Ethan sensed in the air between them, Beau was tired of talking.Finally. He knew it wouldn’t take long for Beau to come around. Sex was somethingEthan understood. Even if he didn’t want to get involved with Beau on the levelhe knew Beau was looking for, he didn’t have it in him to deny the intenseattraction between them.
WhenBeau moved, setting the last three bottles in the six pack onto the floor andlifting the center console up so that there was adequate space between them,Ethan’s stomach took a dive. His anxiety level had skyrocketed in recentseconds, rapidly increasing with every breath he took.
Beaudidn’t waste any time, moving closer as they stared at one another. “See,this,” Ethan said, gesturing between them, “this I can handle.”
“We’llsee about that,” Beau said daringly, his brusque remark making Ethan’s bodytemperature spike.
Beforehe could disagree, or come to his senses, Beau was leaning closer, his lipshovering just millimeters from his. God, he smelled delicious. Spicy, rich,sexy.
“Fuckinghell,” Beau muttered and then their mouths were on one another, Ethan’s handscoming up to grip his head, hold him closer.
Theirtongues dueled, and the memory of Christmas when Beau had kissed him floodedhis mind and his body. He wanted this man. He wanted him with everything inhim, consequences be damned.
Fuck.
PullingBeau closer, Ethan slid his fingers into the soft, silky hair at his nape, hisbody warring with sensation after sensation. The warmth of Beau’s mouth, theinsistence of his tongue, the sweet sound of his labored breaths. The man wassex personified, and Ethan was starved for him.
“Youtaste good,” Beau mumbled, his lips pulling back slightly, but not far enoughthat Ethan had to let go of him.
“Nomore talking,” Ethan said, pulling him in until their lips were locked andtheir tongues danced against one another.
Itwas just too damned bad they were confined in the small truck cab. Consideringtheir heights, it wasn’t physically possible for them to get any closer thanthey were, but Ethan wished they were skin to skin. Sliding one hand downBeau’s shoulder, then over his chest, he tugged his t-shirt out from his jeansuntil he could touch his bare skin.
Thesecond his fingers made contact with the taut, fiery flesh, Beau’s breathhitched in his chest. God, Ethan wanted to run his mouth over him, to taste hisskin, outline the angles of his muscles with his tongue.
Beaugroaned, and Ethan grinned.
“Thinkabout what it would be like if I had you naked,” Ethan mumbled against Beau’smouth.
“I’mnot sure I’d survive it.”
Andwasn’t that the damned truth.
GrippingBeau’s head more firmly, Ethan deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth,searching, seeking, devouring. His kiss was like a drug, instantly giving him ahigh unlike anything he had known before.
Andto think, Beau hadn’t even touched him yet.
Runninghis hand around to Beau’s back, he flattened his palm over smooth, warm skin,up and down, back and forth, unable to get enough of touching him. The way hismuscles flexed and bunched beneath his fingers was so fucking hot.
Ethanjust wanted to be laid out beneath him, to have Beau’s glorious weight hoveringabove him, skin to skin, chest to chest. He wanted to tangle his legs withBeau’s and hold him to him.
Butnone of that could happen where they were, and they both knew it.Unfortunately, it appeared Beau had more self-control than Ethan did becausehis hands weren’t reaching for him.
“Touchme,” Ethan pleaded, not giving a shit if he had reached the point of begging.
“Ican’t,” Beau whispered, pulling back slightly.
Ethan’shands stilled as he stared back at Beau. What the fuck did he mean he couldn’t?
“IfI touch you, I won’t be able to stop,” Beau explained, obviously aware ofEthan’s immediate moment of panic. “And when I get my hands on you for thefirst time, I don’t plan to rush things.”
Hewanted to argue, to tell Beau that there wouldn’t be another opportunity, buthe knew as well as Beau that that would be a lie. There would be another time.He couldn’t resist Beau, even though every red flag in his brain was at fullmast, signaling for him to take caution.
