Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Dom gasped into his mouth again. “Yes,” he breathed, digging his fingers into Abe’s hips, grinding into him.
He’d only meant to kiss him—to see if the spark he’d felt from the beginning translated through actual touch. But this? This was insane. He hadn’t felt desire like this in longer than he could remember. Had possibly never felt anything like this—and his relationship with his wife had been passionate. But he didn’t want to think about her. He and Dominic had been dancing around this elephant for months.
He needed to touch his skin and didn’t think as he ran his hands up under Dom’s T-shirt.
With the first touch of skin on skin, Dom lifted his mouth and turned his face so their cheeks were together, panting so hard, his words came out more as puffs of air. “I. Knew. It. Had a feeling.”
Abe couldn’t talk. He moved his lips down to softly bite Dom’s jaw, then brought up one hand to thread his fingers through Dom’s hair, pulling him back and baring his neck. He kissed and licked his neck, while he ran his fingertips over Dom’s side, exploring muscles and silky skin.
If he’d ever wondered if a man would turn him on fully, he did no more. He was burning up and just touching the smooth, warm flesh of Dom’s abdomen made him shake.
“Damn. There’s not an ounce of fat on your body.” He brought his mouth up to kiss Dom again. “I like your skin, Dominic.”
“I like your everything,” Dom growled, taking over the kiss with a strong thrust of his tongue.
Abe had never been kissed quite like this, and the power of it went to his head again. When he had to pull back to breathe, he whispered. “You haven’t seen my everything.”
“I’ve looked at you enough to know what’s under those clothes, and I love everything I’ve imagined. I also know it won’t compare to the real thing.” He bit Abe’s bottom lip, sucked it into his mouth, then let it go with a tiny pop. Then he wrapped his arms tight around Abe and just held on. He buried his face in Abe’s neck. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, and I’m positive I’ve lost my mind, but we need to slow this down.”
Shock zipped through him. “You’ve been pushing for this for months.” Dom squeezed him tighter. God, the man felt good against him.
“I know. Now I’m scared. So, we’re going to have to take this slow. Fuck, Abe, what if we have sex and you find you hate it? I think maybe…I think maybe I wouldn’t handle that so well.”
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. Trust me. I’ll more than likely embarrass myself with how long I’ve been holding this in, but I’ll like it. I’ll like everything.”
“Don’t worry. We are definitely not done yet.” Dom kissed his neck, pulled back and pressed a long, soft kiss to his lips. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”
“I’ll just grab a cab.”
“Nah, I want to take you home and kiss you on your doorstep like a proper date.”
Abe held his breath because it felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff that was so tall, he couldn’t see the ground. Was he really going to do this? It wouldn’t be permanent—couldn’t be—but what if he did ride this out? Enjoy Dom’s company as a friend and a lover and maybe…just maybe some of the wild restlessness that had been tearing him up lately would ease.
He threaded his fingers with Dom’s and didn’t let go as Dom walked them back through the house and grabbed his keys off a hardback book on Russell Square on the table next to his front door. He turned off his security system to reset it.
They walked out onto the front porch and Abe let go when Dom went perfectly still, perfectly stiff. Abe followed his gaze to find something on Dom’s front door. Chalk figures had been drawn across the surface.
Dom moved behind him to the edge of the front deck, his body coiled with tension and alert as he looked around his front yard and driveway. “Let’s get you home, Abe.” His voice was so tight, the words came out clipped.
“What the hell?” Abe pulled out his cell to snap a picture, but before he could Dom came back and smeared his hand across the chalk. “Why’d you do that?”
“Neighborhood kids think they’re funny.” Dom shrugged, but it was anything but casual. “I’ll clean it off when I get home.”
Dom was lying. And lying wasn’t something he did—Abe knew this on a fundamental level he couldn’t explain. But he decided to let it go for now. When Dom looked away, he snapped a quick picture with his phone of what remained. He had the strongest feeling that message or whatever it was had nothing to do with kids, because it had Dom spooked.