Page 29 of Tangled With You

Two hours later, the night shift was running theinvestigation, and Ollie and Trevor were on deck to get a few hours of sleep.

“I want to be back at it by six,” Ollie said, once they werein the room, “and it’s already midnight. That only gives us four or five hoursof sleep.”

“It’s a good thing you’re a Fed and not an accountant,”Trevor said. “Your math skills suck.”

“On the contrary,” Ollie said, taking Trevor by theshoulders and pushing him to the door just as Trevor had done at the condo. “Ican subtract just fine. And trust me when I say you’re not going to sleep quiteyet.”

Trevor laughed. “No argument from me.”

Ollie hesitated, then met Trevor’s eyes and almost melted inthe heat he saw reflected back. “I really am sorry.”

Trevor shook his head. “Stop. No more apologies. We’re good.Relationships are tricky things. They can really fuck some people up.”

Ollie leaned in, brushing his lips over Trevor’s ear. “Thenit’s a good thing we’re so well-adjusted.”

“Yeah,” Trevor said, his voice going breathy in a way thatmade Ollie even harder. “A very good thing.”

“Trev?”

“Yeah?”

Ollie pulled back enough to meet Trevor’s eyes again. “Iwant to finish what we started.”

Trevor’s smile was slow and heart-meltingly sensual. “Thatis the second best thing I’ve heard all day.”

Ollie brushed his lips over Trevor’s perfect jawline.“Second?”

“You. Me. Sharing this room.”

Ollie swallowed, then shrugged. “I was getting in my own wayearlier.”

“Yeah, you were.” Trevor took Ollie’s hand. “So long asyou’re sure now, we’re all good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

Trevor’s grin was pure mischief. “You know what they thinkis going on in here right now, don’t you?”

Ollie waited for the tug of embarrassment that didn’t come.With a grin, he kissed Trevor softly, his teeth tugging on Trev’s bottom lip ashe pulled away. “I know,” he said. “How about we try to live up to theirexpectations?”

Trevor chuckled as he grabbed Ollie’s ass, pulling him inclose. “Agent McKee, I thought better of you. Live up to? Babe,” he said, hisvoice low and husky, “we’re going to exceed them.”

“Yeah? Maybe you need to prove that to me.”

“Maybe I will,” Trev said, then surprised Ollie by moving onehand around to cup Ollie’s cock through his jeans, making him go even harderand his knees turn weak.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” Ollie said, his voice rough.

“Yeah?” Mischief flashed in Trevor’s eyes, and before Olliecould reply, Trevor tightened his grip down below, then silenced Ollie’s moanby claiming Ollie’s mouth with his own.

His lips slid over Ollie’s, his tongue exploring Ollie’smouth in a way that made his cock grow even harder, until he was strainingagainst both his jeans and Trevor’s hand.

All reason faded, replaced only by the need to touch. Tofeel. To have.

Ollie’s hands slid around Trevor’s waist, then down, hisfingers splaying over Trevor’s khaki-clad ass. He pulled Trevor’s body againsthis and rocked gently, his cock and Trevor’s rubbing together through theirclothes. Trev’s mouth was hot and wet and so damn perfect, and Ollie wantedmore. So much more.

More pressure.

More contact.