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Adam caught his wrist. “You can touch me.”
But Nick didn’t move. His pulse was choking him. This was so different from the first night they’d come here. Then, he’d been so confused and desperate that he hadn’t even admitted his feelings to Adam until he leapt out of his chair and kissed him.
Now there were too many thoughts in the way. Too many fears. No Quinn to break them up if things went too far. He felt like he was falling, scrambling to find purchase, and the only rope he had was fraying strand by strand.
“What do you want?” said Adam, his voice a bit lower, the sound curling through Nick’s thoughts. “Something like this?”
He traced a finger over Nick’s lip, slow and deliberate.
Every nerve ending in Nick’s body responded to that touch.
His breath shuddered before he could stop it.
Adam smiled. He shifted closer, putting his palm against the side of Nick’s face, sliding fingers through his hair. He leaned in to breathe along Nick’s jaw. “Or something like this?”
If Nick turned his head, their lips would meet. Adam’s weight pressed into his side, warm and solid and masculine. Just from those simple touches, Nick’s body was responding more forcefully than it ever had with any girl. Heck, once Quinn had climbed in his lap and unbuttoned his pants, and his body hadn’t stood at attention the way it did for Adam’s palm on his cheek.
His brain might have been a hot mess, but his body was definitely not confused.
Adam moved closer still, pressing his lips to the hollow below Nick’s jaw, sliding his hand out of Nick’s hair and down his neck. His movements were strong, confident, nothing like the feather-soft touches of a girl. Adam’s hand slid lower, squeezing Nick’s chest through the T-shirt.
Nick swore and grabbed his face, bringing their lips together because he couldn’t take it. Adam kissed him back with equal force. Nothing hesitant, tongues and heat and strength. Nick’s hands found Adam’s neck, his shoulders, the muscled planes of his chest. Tugging at his shirt yielded the smooth skin of Adam’s waist, the curve of his rib cage.
Adam grabbed the waistband of Nick’s jeans and jerked him closer. Nick’s breath caught. His brain stopped working. He wanted to throw Adam down on the couch.
So he did just that.
But when he followed him down, Adam put a hand against his chest. “Easy,” he said between breaths.
“The hell with easy.” Nick knocked his hand away and kissed him again, pinning his wrist against the cushion.
Adam smiled and yielded, kissing him back before putting his free hand against Nick’s shoulder.
Nick grabbed his hand and pinned that one, too. But then he realized Adam had tried to stop him twice. He broke the kiss.
Their breathing turned loud in the space between them.
The tiniest bit of tension hung around Adam’s eyes, but his voice was teasing. “The hell with easy, huh?”
Nick blushed fiercely. He actually felt the heat crawl up his neck.
Adam laughed, but quickly sobered. He flexed his wrists.
“You’re strong.”
“Sorry.” Nick let him go. But he didn’t draw back.
“I wasn’t complaining.”
Nick wasn’t sure how to read this, and it wasn’t like he had a ton of experience to draw from. “You stopped me.”
“I stopped us.” Adam paused and put his hand against Nick’s face, almost a caress. Nick closed his eyes and inhaled.
Then Adam’s voice lost the softness. “Let me up.”
What could he do? Nick shifted back, sitting on the edge of the couch. This felt like a prelude to rejection.
this space was very much Adam’s.
