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I snorted.

I hadn’t meant to, but comparing my dancing with the work of a man who saved lives?

It was ridiculous.

His eyes opened, and there was hardness to his gaze I hadn’t seen before.

“No,” he said. “You don’t get to do that.”

“What?” I asked, knowing where he was going but, like some petulant child, refusing to admit it.

“Make light of yourself or your talents,” he said, tapping his fingers over my heart. “You are a good man. Hell, from what I know, you’re one of the rare ones. You take care of those who need you and work hard to earn what you have. Whether it’s on the dance floor or in the kitchen, you give everything you are to what you’re doing, and that’s a lot more than I can say for most people. When you look at me like that—” He trailed off, though his stare remained fixed.

“Like what?” I managed.

“Like I’m the only person in the world. You make me feel things . . . You make me feel alive.”

Something in his words slipped past my walls, and a smile curled my lips.

“Uh-oh,” he said. “Why are you smiling?”

My grin turned positively evil. “Because I haven’t even started making you feel things yet.”

It took a second, but I saw when my words clicked in his eyes, as a smile nearly as wide as my own bloomed on his beautiful face. “Guess we’d better stop talking and start feeling.”

Chapter 15

Brendan

The moment I said, “We’d better stop talking and start feeling,” his hands shot forward and grabbed both sides of my head as he leaned down and tried to devour my face.

Okay, it was just my mouth; but damn, it felt like he was going to eat me alive.

Before I could even register what was happening, he had me sprawled on my back and was straddling my waist. As his greedy tongue did its thing, the most perfectly round ass I’d ever experienced began grinding into my groin.

Forward and back.

Up and down.

My cock twitched and throbbed with each movement.

He then leaned down and pressed his full weight into me, pinning me between his body and the bed. Our bare chests rubbed together as his grinding shifted to thrusts, his cock finding mine and sliding together through our shorts.

I broke the kiss for a second—just to breathe, not to stop. He read it correctly, the way he read everything, and grinned against my lips before he gripped my head and kissed me harder.

“You’re mine tonight. You hear me?”

“So yours,” I said.

“I’m going to take these off now,” he said, hands at my waistband, and waited—actually waited—until I got out a ragged “God, yes.”

“Good. Don’t even think about getting up.”

I couldn’t move, much less stand.

With a dancer’s impossible flexibility, he shifted backward, gripped my shorts, and yanked as he stood at the foot of the bed. My shorts and undies came away in one smooth motion, leaving my already-slickened cock flopping free against my stomach.

“Jesus, Brendan,” he said as he tossed my pants aside without looking away from my now-naked form.