Page 15 of Tangled With You

“Whoa,” Trevor said, apparently watching Ollie’s face closely.“You want to stop, we stop.”

Ollie turned ice cold. “I don’t want to stop,” he shot back,the words so hard and fast that there was no way Trevor could misunderstand thedepth of his desire.

“Oh, thank God.” The shadow in Trevor’s eyes faded, replacedwith a teasing glint that Ollie found damn sexy.

“It’s just—” Ollie began.

“What?” Trevor extended his hand, and Ollie took it, drawingcourage from the touch.

“It’s just that—I mean, you know that I’ve never ... I mean,I don’t know what....” He trailed off with a shrug.

“Trust me, you’ll know what to do.” His grin spread wide.“And if you don’t? You’re a pretty smart guy. I think you can figure it out.”

* * * *

Trevor tugged on Ollie’s hand to help him to his feet, notquite able to believe that after craving this man for so long he finally hadhim in his bed. He stared into Ollie’s eyes and could practically taste theanticipation and desire radiating off him. Ollie wanted him.

He really wanted him.

With a grin, he pushed Ollie backwards, sending the mantumbling back onto the bed. “Screw the shower. We’ll just need another when I’mdone with you, anyway.”

“Bold statement, Barone. Guess now you’ll have to prove itto me.”

“Twist my arm.” Trevor wanted to scream with joy. Olliemight be nervous, but he wasn’t letting it eat himup. He was flirting and playing and just being Ollie. And damned if that wasn’tperfect.

He stepped closer.“Scoot back. All the way on the bed.”

“Giving me orders?”

“Hell, yes.”

“And if I don’t follow them?”

“Oh, don’t tease me.” In one swift motion, he cupped Ollie’scock. “I could spend hours punishing you.”

Immediately, he wanted to kick himself, hoping he hadn’tgone too far—either physically or with the suggestion of the kind of games hedesperately wanted to play.

But it wasn’t awkwardness or trepidation he saw on Ollie’sface. It was heat. And that—plus the way Ollie’s cock had gone hard as steelunder Trevor’s touch—allayed his fears.

As soon as Ollie was all the way back with his head on thepillow, Trevor climbed on, too, his knees on either side of Ollie’s waist, hishands on the mattress by Ollie’s shoulders.

He bent forward, then brushed a soft kiss across Ollie’slips, his body tightening with satisfaction when Ollie opened to him, rising tomeet Trevor’s lips, his own hands clasping Trevor’s head so as to deepen thekiss.

Hotter.

Harder.

Trevor moaned, his entire body tight and needy, desperate totouch this man all over. To tease him until he begged. To fuck him until theywere both exhausted and spent, limp in each other’s arms.

He remembered the first time he’d seen Ollie on Damien’s pooldeck. They hadn’t spoken, but something within Trevor had sparked that day, andhe’d craved this moment, even as he feared that he’d only ever have Ollie as afriend.

“What is it?”

“Just thinking.” He sat back, then took the hem of Ollie’s shirt and pulled it over his head. “Justthinking that I’ve wanted this since the first moment I saw you.”

“I think I did, too, that first time we talked. I didn’trealize it then—or I wouldn’t let myself. But something about you grabbed holdof me.”

“Something about us,” Trevor corrected.