I can’t contain my grin as I arch a brow. “You can’t stop thinking about me?”
Grady rolls his eyes, looking away but not answering.
I don’t know why, but that little piece of knowledge ignites flames in my veins. It sends a spark of desire down my spine, the desire I’ve been trying to tamp down. And blame it on our proximity, the storm—which always breeds bad decisions—or simply this connection I feel to Grady that makes it impossible to ignore, but in this very moment, I don’t give a shit about all the reasons I’ve given myself on why I shouldn’t live and breathe in these wants and needs I feel with Grady.
“What do you think about?” I ask him, knowing I’m walking a dangerous line. He very well may shut me down completely, because he seems to be the most level-headed when it comes to whatever this is between us.
Head flicking in my direction, I watch as Grady swallows hard, his throat muscles flexing. “Boone, don’t,” he warns.
I stand up and round the desk, coming to a stop in front of him. We’re close enough that I can see the clench of his jaw, but not close enough that we’re touching in any way. “Don’t what? You tell me you can’t stop thinking about me, and I just want to know what it is, exactly, that you think about.” Taking a small step toward him, I add, “So, go on, G. I’m listening.”
His eyes narrow on me, and he chews the inside of his cheek. A thrill zips through me as I watch his eyes dip down to my mouth before coming back up. “What do you think?” is all he says.
Another single step toward him puts me between his spread legs. His knees brush up against the outside of my thighs and he has to crank his neck back to look up at me. I lean in, palms resting flat on the desk on either side of him, lips going to the shell of his ear, my pulse kicking up a notch as his breath hitches at our new proximity. “Maybe,” I whisper, lips brushing againsthis earlobe, “you’re remembering what I looked like in my room that night you watched me stroke my cock.”
A shiver rolls through Grady’s body as his hot breaths come out quick and shallow.
I press my lips down on his neck, just below his ear, before switching to the other side. “Or maybe you’re wishing you could be on your knees for me again.” A groan vibrates from my throat at the memory as he stands stock still before me. “God, you looked so perfect down there. Your big, hazel eyes looking up at me, your tongue sticking out and teasing me. I’ve never had someone suck my dick like that. So eager.” I press my lips down on his neck again. “So hungry.” Another kiss. He trembles under my lips. “Sloppy.” Another kiss. “And so fucking enthusiastic.”
Pulling back enough to look Grady in the eye, my arms still boxing him in on this desk, I say, “Or maybe you’re thinking about all of that, and how you desperately wish you could do it again. I know I do.”
Our faces are a mere few inches apart; it would take next to nothing to seal our lips together. We’re both basically panting, there’s a heavy pounding in my ears, and my body is completely keyed up for him.
“Come on, G,” I breathe. “Tell me I’m right, baby.”
Licking his lips, he nods, bringing his hands up to my face. “You’re right,” he whispers before closing what little distance there is between us.
28
Grady Wilde
Itried to be strong. I really did, but I’m a warm-blooded gay man who can only hold himself back so much when the one man I’ve obsessively thought about for months now—years, if I’m finally being honest with myself—is practically begging me to give in to him. Our mouths fuse together in a messy clash of lips, teeth, and tongues. We taste each other like we’re both starving, like we can’t get enough.
Boone’s hands leave the desk, arms wrapping around my middle as he hauls me closer to his body. Mine circle his neck, holding on for dear life as he effectively knocks me off my axis. Something about Boone Stanton makes me feel out of control in the very best and most confusing way. With his tongue licking into my mouth, tangling with my own, it’s like he’s trying to memorize the taste of me. His teeth nibble on my bottom lip, tugging, teasing, before he abandons my mouth in favor of my neck.
He's everywhere. There isn’t a single inch of flesh on my neck untouched by his firm, heated, hungry lips. My body is vibratingwith a need so strong for him, it feels like I might combust if I don’t have him. Using my hands on his head, I guide his mouth back up to mine. The rain hasn’t let up outside. It’s coming down in heavy sheets, and in my mind, it’ll wash away all the wrong we’re about to do. The wrong that feels so utterly right in this moment. It’ll wash it all away as long as we get it out of our systems before it clears. Because that’s all this is… Another itch we both need to scratch. It has to be.
I’ll let him fuck me this one time, and I’ll be able to walk away, because it’s just sex. It’s just a carnal, physical attraction. Nothing more. It can never be anything more. It’s a desperation I’m clinging to as his fingers find the hem of my soaked t-shirt and he pulls it over my head, letting it fall to the ground. Boone steps back, eyes raking over my chest. His fingers trail from the base of my throat down to my navel. A shiver racks through me, having his eyes and his featherlight touch on my body.
His index finger comes up, swirling teasingly around my right nipple, his other hand coming up to do the same to the left. My lips part, a breathy moan falling from between them as he takes the hard buds between his fingers, twisting and tweaking in a way that I can feel deep in my balls. I lean back, resting my elbows on the desk behind me as I watch Boone drink me in. He presses closer, replacing his fingers with his mouth on one of my nipples. Tingles ripple through my veins as I feel his tongue twirl around the sensitive bud. My head drops back as he sucks on it a little before moving to do the same to the other side. With my cock hard and throbbing underneath my soaked jeans, my hips are undulate of their own volition the more he licks and sucks on me. It’s a sensation felt everywhere, and it’s too much and not enough at the same time.
“Boone…” His name leaves my lips breathlessly. It’s a plea for more. It’s desperation. It’s dripping with arousal.
With a quick graze of his teeth, he lets go, standing tall as his dark, lust-drunk eyes take me in. “I want you,” he declares, his voice raspy and deep, statement unabashed and sure. It sends another shiver through my body that I can’t hide.
“Me too,” I admit through a whisper, like maybe if I speak it quietly enough, it won’t count.
His large, rough hands flex at his sides before he brings his fingers up to the button on my jeans. A look of uncertainty passes through his gaze for a moment, but it’s gone almost as soon as it came. Boone flicks the button open before sliding the zipper down, then his gaze lifts to meet mine, and there’s a sense of vulnerability looking back at me. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he tells me softly, and it warms something in my chest. It reminds me this is new for him, being with a man.
Bringing my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod, lifting my hips off the desk in invitation. Boone hooks his fingers into my waistband and, without ever taking his eyes off mine, he drags the wet material—my boxers too—down my legs. He has to stop about halfway through so he can take my boots off, which he does slowly. Before I know it, I’m lying on this desk, naked in front of Boone, while he’s still completely dressed. My skin is burning up with the weight of his stare. Part of me wants to cover myself up, while the other can’t get enough of the way he’s looking at me.
My dick is painfully hard and laying against my lower stomach. Arousal drips out through the slit, pooling on my skin, and a quick glance down lets me know Boone’s hard too.
“My God, look at you,” he mutters, almost to himself. I wonder if he even realized he said it out loud. He runs his palms flat up my thighs before curling his fingers and going back down, the light scratching sensation sending goosebumps all over my body. My cock gives an appreciative—and slightly needy—twitch as he gets close to it, and his eyes flit up to mine. “What do I do?”
My heart beats faster in my chest, head dizzy. I swallow around the dryness in my throat. “Do what you would do to yourself, but to me. Start there.”
Boone clenches his jaw and nods. Raising his hand up to his face, he licks the length of his palm before bringing it to my cock. He wraps a steady hand around it, gaze alternating between my face and my dick. I hiss through gritted teeth as soon as he makes contact with me, and let out a long, low groan as he starts to stroke me. His movements are slow and unsure at first, but after a few moments, he gets a little more sure. A little more confident.
