“What?”
When Walker gave him another sharp look, Kota scurried to get beneath the heavy wool blanket, hating how warm and cozy he instantly felt in Walker’s bed.
He rolled onto his side, snuggling deeper into the pillow to watch as Walker slowly peeled his wet t-shirt over his head, like he was putting on a show.
Maybe he was.
Kota drank in the sight of him, now bare from the waist up.
Sweet Jesus. He had one of those bodies that seemed impossible. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, not ripped like the guys on television, but belly flat, abs defined, like his body had come from hard work, not time spent in the gym.
Kota’s eyes locked on the trail of hair that started just beneath his navel and disappeared below his waistband. Hisstomach tightened hard enough to hurt, and he grew fully hard just from the view.
Kota was starting to think that man had actually killed him and this was heaven or maybe purgatory. How had he ended up here?
Walker unbuttoned and unzipped his faded jeans, shoving them down thick thighs dusted with hair. Kota swallowed the lump in his throat, licking his dry lower lip, forcing his gaze upwards only to find Walker grinning at him like he could read his mind.
Kota’s cheeks flamed, his heart hammering like a hummingbird against his ribs. Heat crawled up the back of his neck, embarrassment and desire tangling together until he couldn’t separate them anymore.
He quickly rolled onto his back, staring straight up at the roof of the truck, terrified to make eye contact again. He’d never been so attracted to another human before. Walker was such a…man. Big. Confident. Dangerous in a way that should have terrified Kota more than it did.
He gasped as Walker’s silhouette suddenly appeared above him, just hovering, looking down at him. Kota opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure what to say in this situation. He couldn’t figure out if he was scared, horny, or both.
Probably both.
Definitely both.
Kota watched with a strange feeling of inevitability as Walker leaned down…down…down until they were nose to nose, close enough for Kota to see the flecks of greenish gold in his eyes. Close enough that Kota could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over his mouth. He held his breath, heat rushing through him as his dick fully hardened under a blanket too loose to hide it.
Walker grinned, one large callused hand closing around the pillow beside Kota’s head, before standing up again.
“You’re not sleeping with me?” Kota heard himself ask, hating how desperate he sounded. Like he already missed the weight of the older man before he’d even touched him.
“You sound disappointed,” Walker said. “I told you I’d sleep on the floor.”
Kota’s face fell. “You just blew me in a truck stop bathroom but you won’t sleep with me?” He hated how hurt he sounded.
Surprise flickered across Walker’s face. “Do you want me to sleep with you?”
Kota shrugged. “I mean…there’s plenty of room.”
Walker studied his face. “You say that, but you seem awfully anxious about the prospect.”
He wasn’t wrong. But…
Kota gave a nervous laugh, voice tight. “First of all, I’m riddled with anxiety. My body goes into fight or flight if someone tries to get me to pick a restaurant for dinner. So…there’s that. But also, you’re huge.” He dropped his gaze to the wet fabric clinging to his skin, the imprint of his large cock unmistakable.
And he wasn’t even hard.
He heard Walker snort out a laugh, reminding Kota he could see him blatantly staring at his dick.
“Also, not to put too fine a point on it, but you’re a murderer. And not just a one off. You’re a professional killer,” he said, as if Walker didn’t know. “That would be your entire LinkedIn headline. Murdery Truck Driver.”
His words tumbled out faster and faster, nerves making him ramble.
Walker was grinning now, but Kota couldn’t stop the word vomit. “Just get in, please?” He scooted over until his shoulder brushed the wall. “Please?” he said, voice squeaking in a way nobody would find sexy. Or dignified.
This had to be the most embarrassing moment of his life.
