“Uh-huh.” Micah swallowed unevenly and tentatively covered Graham’s hands, suddenly aching to move them all over his body.
This was the last place he’d expected to end up when he came over to the house. He’d imagined possibly finding himself inbedwith Graham—but in thetub?He hadn’t seen that one coming.
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What are you doing?Graham had no answer. He didn’t know what possessed him to climb into the tub and coax Micah in after him.What now?Graham didn’t know that, either—just that it felt incredibly good holding Micah this way. Problem was—it was extremelyarousing.And in this position, there was no hiding it from Micah.
He was about to wish for a “do-over” and maybe the second time around not be so spontaneous—when Micah laced their fingers and leaned against his chest. Graham touched his lips to Micah’s hair and closed his eyes, holding him a fraction tighter. His heart hammered at his chest wall where Micah’s back pressed against him. Could he feel his wild heartbeat?
Graham flattened his palms on the man’s chest and Micah guided his hands over his torso as he craned his head to the side, exposing his neck to Graham. “Micah…”Graham dragged his lips along the curve of his neck, his shoulder, wishing they were bathing together for real right now. He longed to taste Micah’s warm skin, feel the heat of his nude body pressed up against him.
His arousal heightened—strengthened by the subtle shift of Micah’s hips.
Oh, my God…
Graham dropped kisses on his neck, his ear, as Micah’s shirt slowly came unbuttoned. Graham pressed his hand over Micah’s heart as it thumped furiously against his palm. Micah swallowed hard and moved Graham’s hands tenderly across his exposed chest.
All doubts about the tub “adventure” vanished and Graham buried his face deeper into Micah’s neck. He caressed his chest, his stomach, his fingertips grazing the waistband of his pants but venturing no lower. Not here. Not yet.
Micah began to gradually twist around, trembling hands gripping Graham’s t-shirt. Their bodies shifted and adjusted until Micah was partially straddling him. Micah burrowed his hands into Graham’s thick soft hair, pushed him back against the tub, and—
“Shit!”Graham yelped and gasped sharply when a flood of ice-cold water gushed down his back.
The two of them scrambled from the tub and tumbled onto the floor. Micah rolled onto his back, laughing his ass off.
“Shit—that wascold.”Graham choked on a laugh and squinted at Micah. “Didyoudo that?”
Micah shook his head, laughing harder. “No.I swear.”
“Hm.” Graham eyed him suspiciously, unable to hold back a grin. He reached into the tub and cranked the faucet handle, shutting off the water. He shivered as the entire back of his shirt plastered to his skin. “That water wasarctic.”
Micah wiped his face and crawled to his feet as Graham stood up. “Sorry.” A couple more laughs escaped him. “Don’t mean to laugh.”
“Yeah,” Graham scowled with amusement. “I can tell. I still think you turned it on.”
Micah shook his head, grinning. “You did.”
“But you pushed me back against the faucet andcausedit.”
“You’re the one who wanted us to get in the tub.”
Graham stared at him then chuckled. “Well, you have a point there.” He shivered again. “Now, I’m freezing.”
Grabbing a thick towel from the rack, Micah smiled and took his hand and urged him toward the door. “Let’s go out by the fire and get you warmed up.”
This time when Graham shivered—it had nothing to do with the chill of the cold water.
