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No. I wanted to see what he’d do next.
Drew stopped in front of me, close enough that I could see how blown his pupils were and the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Then he reached out, stopping a drop of water that had fallen between my pecs.
He looked up at me from under his lashes then, as if to ask if what he was doing was okay.
It was better than fucking okay. Anything he wanted to do to me was okay. But I would not make the first move or give him permission. I couldn’t risk kissing the straight guy and mistaking his intentions. Even if the way he was touching me didn’t seem like a move made between just friends.
But then Drew moved his finger across my chest and down my abs, and I couldn’t help it. I reached up to grab his wrist.
“Drew.”
God, it was pathetic how desperate that one word sounded, how much I didn’t want him to stop touching me. Especially in the direction his hand was currently moving.
His eyes met mine, and somehow they showed none of the hesitation I was feeling. How was that even possible?
Drew flattened his hand against my skin, and I knew he felt the way I trembled at his touch.
“If you want me to stop, say it now.” His voice was so low and filled with hunger that I thought I was hearing things. Until he said, “But please don’t.”
My heart stopped beating as I stared at him. Did he even know what he was saying? And how had he known about me? Had I done something, said something, looked at him some way to tip him off?
He was blowing my mind, making it hard to formulate any words at all, much less the ones I needed to say, like “for the love of God, keep going.”
And the miracle of all miracles was that apparently hewantedto.
Even with my head spinning and full of questions, I wasn’t going to deny what my body wanted so badly, and since I couldn’t speak, I decided to answer him in a different way.
With my hand still around his wrist, I tugged Drew closer, and then I angled my head and leaned in…
I didn’t know if it was him or me that moved that final inch, but when our lips finally met, it sent a current through my body like I was a live wire. Every part of me lit up, including my stiff cock, which Drew had to have noticed through the thin confines of my towel.
Like a man starved, I couldn’t get enough of the way he tasted, the way his tongue explored my mouth…and the way I could feel his excitement pressing up against my leg. If I thought Drew’s words had blown my mind,thatknowledge completely fucking obliterated it.
This was happening. I wasn’t dreaming it. He wasn’t stopping.
As I reached up to hold his head with both hands, deepening the kiss, my towel fell to the ground between us, and I froze. If Drew had never been with a guy, surely my being naked—and hard—was going to scare him off. It was too much, too soon, and—
Drew kicked the towel away, his mouth never leaving mine as he walked me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed. His hands roamed my back before dipping lower to squeeze my ass.
“I’ve thought about this for so long,” he said as his lips skimmed the side of my neck.
Fuuuck. He’d thought about this? About me? Aboutus?
When I didn’t say anything, he pulled back to look at me, his brows knitting slightly, like maybe he’d gotten it wrong, but fuck that. Nothing had ever been more right.
I speared my hands through his hair and pulled him in close, and before I took his lips again, I said, “What took you so long?”
Where the hell had that come from?
Water poured down over me, and I shook my head to snap out of it before hitting the cold-water knob. Whatever it took to force my heated body to forget about the memory I’d just dredged up.
Why was it so hard to stop thinking about Drew all of a sudden? I thought I’d shut him firmly in the past, along with all those times we’d spent together, but he was a persistent fucker, even in my head. It was one of the things I hated most about him.
It was one of the things you loved most, too…
Whatever. That was a long time ago, and the person he was now was nothing like the man he’d been then. Or so I thought.
I shut off the water and grabbed a towel, roughly drying myself off as I tried to think of a way to relieve my agitation. There had to be some kind of compromise, some way we could deal with each other without resorting to low blows and fistfights.
