Page 96 of Spiced!

Chapter 24

Brendan

Adrian and Mofongo were back in six minutes, not that I was counting. I’d settled onto his couch and begun reading the only book on his coffee table, a pictorial of famous sites in Puerto Rico.

The moment he stepped back through the door, I could tell that something had shifted. There was a different light in his eyes that I couldn’t quite name.

He unclipped his pup, hung his leash on the hook by the door, then turned and stalked toward me.

Yes, he stalked.

I say that, because he looked like a leopard in the wild, creeping toward its prey, readying to pounce with all its might. Only, there was nothing predatory in his gaze.

Hunger? Yes.

Desire? Hell yes.

A decision made? Shit, that scared me.

The moment he entered my space, I felt the room tilt.

He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t grab my arms or lift me up and lead me into his bedroom. He simply reached down and began to unbutton my shirt, revealing my thick mane of black curls.

“Mmm,” he crooned. “Have I told you how much I love your hair?”

“Not lately,” I said, determined to maintain some semblance of control.

Three buttons.

Four.

His hand slid inside my shirt, teasing my hair, rubbing my chest.

“I really, really love your hair,” he said.

I was about to say something witty, but his mouth stopped me in my smart-ass tracks.

“Is this shirt important to you?” he asked.

“My shirt? Uh, no, it’s old and—”

Strong hands gripped my shirt and ripped it free, tearing the last of the buttons from their moorings and sending them flying somewhere only Mofongo would ever find.

“You. Naked. Now.”

“Uh, okay,” I said, already reaching for my own waistband to help, because there was nothing in me that wanted to be anywhere else. “God, yes.”

With those words, he unbuttoned my shorts, slipped his hands inside, and slid them down, taking my tighty-whities with them.

He was on his knees before I could think.

My cock, quickly coming to life, somehow found his mouth. Or his mouth found it. I don’t know.

My flip-flops went flying, then my pants found the couch.

Still, Adrian sucked as though my cock were the only popsicle on the playground.

I was so distracted by the dick sucking that I completely missed him stripping out of his own shirt. Then he stood, kicked off his own flip-flops, then stepped out of his shorts, sending them across the den.