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After a rough day, all I want is to go home. Zane sighed. Didn't sound entirely happy about that. We need to talk. I know. Just not yet. Okay? Give me this. Hell, give yourself a break too. We work hard, we need some comfort zone time before we jump into the heavy shit. And speaking of which, I'm going to storm your shower before these scrubs develop sentience and crawl away on their own. Oh, that's pleasant. Zane was truly laughing now. Mission: accomplished. Eli could see the man in his mind's eye, the crinkles at the corners of his gray eyes and the laugh lines around his mouth. As fresh as a spring daisy in a meatpacking plant, are you? Such charming imagery. Eli propped his elbow on the steering wheel. What are you wearing, Casanova? He hadn't intended that particular sally to come out in so many words, but once spoken, a thing couldn't be unspoken& and from the charged crackle of this silence, Eli thought he might not mind. Hey. I asked you a question, Eli said softly. Tell me. You're not kidding? The shadow in the window moved. You want to What better way to keep warm? And you know as well as I do, makeup sex is fantastic. Eli pictured Zane rubbing his hand over his nose and chin. Tempted, not yet too sure about this, but temptation was winning out. You know this doesn't fix anything. True. It'll still be fun, and I need this. No, Eli said, correcting himself to strict honesty, I need you. God, Eli. We'll talk later, Eli promised. Do this for me now. Talk about anything we want to? Eli knew that meant anything I want to and was, he felt, rightfully worried, but he pushed the concern aside for now. I promise, and you can hold me to it. A small pause, a long sigh, a small chuckle, and Eli knew he'd won. All right. Only be- cause fighting makes me horny too. We are a pair, aren't we? In many ways. Eli thought he could definitely see Zane relaxing in the window now, his head probably tipped back to rest on the couch arm and his legs splayed, the phone trapped between ear and shoulder with both hands free. His nerves and his pulse both jumped, not in a bad way. This was actually something he'd never done, not with Marybeth, not with any of the wo- men he'd had a fling or a thing with ever so rarely. He'd never even thought of it. Now he wanted it badly enough to taste. You never did answer me, Eli said as he tucked his own phone between his ear and shoulder and thanked all holy powers for tinted windows and the absolute don't-give-a-shit- ness of the few pedestrians out at this time of night. Not that he wanted to give a thought to them. What are you wearing? Eli heard rustling. Zane getting comfortable? He let himself imagine the scene in more de- tail. Zane's body relaxing, legs spread. He'd have one foot planted on the floor for balance. Maybe a hand resting on his stomach. Not at the good stuff yet, but working up an appetite by teasing himself with the potential. I remembered to change when I got home, Zane said, sounding almost sleepy. Not bored. Entering a zone. Sleep pants. Soft flannel, the ones you said you liked once. Eli remembered those. Kitten soft, washed and worn and well beloved. They hung low on Zane's hips, his new favorite look for the man, and caressed his ass. The words plaid flannel wouldn't have been a turn-on before, but now? Now the lumberjack look appealed. Tell me more. He widened his own seat, giving himself room to move if he needed it, and damn well planned on that coming to pass. A plain T-shirt, Zane went on. Gray. V-neck. No logo, just plain. The words themselves, not so much with the sexy. It was the low purr entering Zane's voice, the slight edge of nervousness mixed with the slowly rising enjoyment, that tripped Eli's trigger and encouraged the swelling in his groin. A silence, not a planned one. This is new for me, Zane admitted. Almost embarrassed. Well. I have done this before. Jerked off? Eli asked, deliberately provocative. He was scared out of his mind too, but [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |