Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Rayne’s gaze met his a second later, and a look of wonder, then surprise registered on his face that froze Mike in his tracks.
“Mike.” Rayne mouthed his name.
He tasted his pulse in his throat, and without much thought, he was moving toward Rayne, answering the summon.
Rayne’s smile was radiant the closer he got. Mike noticed a couple of women trying to get Rayne’s attention as they added an extra twist in their hips when they walked by, but Rayne never took his eyes off him.
“Good morning,” Mike said, hoping his raspy tone wasn’t betraying his composure.
“Good morning.” Rayne’s gray eyes appeared almost silver in the morning light. His ivory skin was flawless and smooth, with a hint of color along his sharp jaw.
Mike stood close enough that he could smell the scent of Rayne’s soap and whatever minty mouthwash he’d used.
“What are you doing here?” Rayne appeared so happy to see him he was practically bouncing on his heels.
Mike nodded toward his two trucks. “I work here.”
Rayne shook his head. “Right. I saw that. I meant, um…”
Mike was enjoying how flustered Rayne was, and he couldn’t resist inching closer so that there was no mistaking his body language or his intent. Rayne tilted his head back and licked those soft peach lips, and Mike almost outed the fuck out of himself right there in front of his best friend and crew. But what had him getting hard in his jeans was the way he and Rayne were gazing at each other, the silence and eye contact speaking louder than anything they could say.
Rayne’s eyes dropped to somewhere on Mike’s chest as he whispered low in his throat. “You smell good.”
That was the last thing he expected Rayne to say, but it ended up making his dick even more uncomfortable in his jeans, and Mike knew he had to stop this before things got out of control. “How long is your class?”
Rayne’s Adam’s apple dipped hard before he answered in that silken tone that drove Mike mad. “It’s one hour.”
“You rode the bus here?”
“Yes.”
“Let me take you home when you’re done.”
“Okay. If it’s not an inconvenience.”
“I’ll be right here waiting.” Mike winked instead of doing what he wanted, which was to pull Rayne into his chest and feel his body against his again. But slow and steady was the only way for him to win this race.
Chapter Nineteen
Rayne
Rayne stayed an extra couple of minutes after class to speak with the instructor; he had to tell her how satisfied he was with his first session. If he hadn’t been eager to get to the man waiting for him out front, Rayne would’ve enjoyed the sauna for a few minutes before he took his shower. He walked out the double doors, and Mike was waiting there at the curb in his truck as he’d promised. Rayne climbed in and closed the door, and Mike didn’t say a word until he was out of the parking lot.
“How was class?”
Rayne dropped his eyes to Mike’s mouth, then back up before he answered, “It was hot.”
Dark eyes singed him. “Hot?”
“Yes. I worked up a good sweat.” Rayne grinned. “I loved the warm yoga. The heat helps me bend my body easier.”
Mike’s knuckles were white where he gripped the steering wheel. “Sounds like you enjoyed it.”
“I did. Thank you,” Rayne said in that delicate tone. “They have evening classes too. I think I’m gonna try one of them tomorrow.”
Mike glanced in his direction as he turned onto Rayne’s street. “Be careful taking the bus in this neighborhood at night.”
“I would prefer doing yoga in the mornings, but guess what?” Rayne turned in his seat so he could face Mike and give him his great news.
“What?” Mike pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine.
“I got a job.” The excited confession tumbled out of Rayne’s mouth before he went into detail about Edison’s visit that morning.
“That is good news,” Mike replied. “When do you start?”
“Monday. And the hours are only nine to one, which is perfect because I’m hoping to finish up my massage therapist hours soon and get my certificate.”
“Seems like things are working out for you,” Mike said in a low tone, his laser-focused gaze burning him inside.
Why is he watching me like that? Rayne’s dick was growing solid as if Mike’s undivided attention was too much for him to handle.
“You have plans next weekend?”
“No,” Rayne blurted, his desperation so obvious it made his cheeks burn.
“I don’t either. You wanna do nothing with me?” Mike asked.
“I wanna do a lot more than that with you.” What the fucking fuck? I didn’t mean to say that out loud. The moment those words were spoken, time came to a stop.
A sly smirk of mischief softened Mike’s hard features when he rumbled, “Is that so?”
“Oh god.”
“Why don’t you show me, then,” Mike challenged.