Rhys had startled and stared through the window at Wade before the cab pulled away. There was no mistaking the intent in Wade’s glittering eyes.
What the promised dessert would entail on the night of their second date had stoked Rhys’s imagination to fever pitch for the rest of that week. Despite drowning himself in work and leaving the office late every day, he’d been unable to erase the filthy fantasies that had swamped his mind until the early hours of the morning.
The door to Wade’s apartment opened presently before Rhys could fully draw a nervous breath. Wade appeared, a barefoot vision in designer jeans that clung to his long, powerful legs and a white T-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, highlighting his toned build.
“Hey,” Wade said softly. A sexy smile curved his sculptured lips as he scanned Rhys’s pale, striped long-sleeved shirt and navy chinos beneath his winter coat. “Come on in.” He stepped aside.
Rhys clamped down on the inane notion that he was about to enter a lion’s den and crossed the threshold into Wade’s apartment. “Here,” he said, handing Wade the bottle while he took his shoes off.
Wade eyed the expensive label with a raised eyebrow. “My favorite red,” he murmured, pleased.
“Well, you did say you were making spaghetti and meatballs when I texted earlier,” Rhys said, flexing his toes against the heated floor.
“Here, let me get that for you,” Wade said as Rhys started to shrug out of his coat. He placed the bottle on the console table in the foyer and came up behind Rhys.
“I can—” Rhys’s protest froze on his lips when Wade touched his shoulders.
He shivered as Wade slowly and silently peeled the coat from his body, Wade’s long fingers trailing tantalizingly along Rhys’s arms while his breaths ruffled the back of Rhys’s head. For one wild moment, Rhys thought Wade skimmed his lips lightly across his hair.
Rhys twisted on his heels just as Wade reached past him to hook his coat on a rack, too agitated to stand still. His heart skittered as he found himself toe to toe with Wade, their bodies barely an inch apart. Rhys almost stopped breathing when he locked gaze with Wade. The sexual tension filling the space between them was reflected tenfold in Wade’s slate-blue eyes as he stared hotly at Rhys. Rhys inhaled raggedly, half-expecting the air to burn his lungs.
He had never experienced this suffocating pressure before. He felt exposed, raw, as if he were standing naked before Wade while the latter inspected every quivering, bare inch of him. Rhys wondered dizzily if Wade subjected all the women he’d bedded to this intense focus.
“Wine,” Rhys finally managed between dry lips, breaking the charged silence. “I’d like some.”
Wade blinked, as if coming out of a daze. “Sure,” he murmured thickly.
Rhys was conscious of Wade’s eyes boring into his back as he turned and padded down the hall to a large, open plan, monochrome kitchen-diner. Wade’s apartment overlooked a leafy park in Minato, some five miles from Rhys’s own place in the center of the city. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls fronted the luxurious, fifteenth-floor bachelor’s pad and offered a dazzling view of Tokyo Tower in the distance above the trees.
Rhys quelled the butterflies in his stomach and headed over to the stove. He lifted the lid off a large stock pot and was rewarded with a billow of steam carrying the fragrant smell of tomato sauce and Italian spices.
“Hmm, gorgeous.” Rhys’s mouth watered as he sniffed appreciatively. “I haven’t had your meatballs in forever.”
Wade chuckled behind him. “You seemed to be enjoying my meatballs just fine last week.”
Rhys turned and rolled his eyes at Wade at the juvenile comment. Wade grinned and popped the cork on the bottle of red wine Rhys had brought before setting it to breathe on the white granite island dominating the dark wood floor. He topped up his glass from an open bottle of red and filled a second one for Rhys.
“Here.” Wade handed Rhys the glass.
Electric tingles shot up Rhys’s arm when their fingers touched briefly. He gripped the glass and took a large sip of the scarlet liquid. Wade’s gaze dropped to Rhys’s mouth as he swallowed.
“Stop that,” Rhys said hoarsely, his skin warming under Wade’s potent stare.
Wade cocked an eyebrow. “Stop what?” he taunted.
Rhys bit back a groan. “The way you’re looking at me. Like I’m a mouse and you’re a big, bad cat.”
A sinful smile stretched Wade’s lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been compared to a cat before,” he drawled. He stepped up to Rhys and trailed a finger from Rhys’s cheek to his chin.
Rhys shivered at the caress, his cock throbbing to life.
“A wolf, yes.” Wade leaned in and held Rhys’s chin in place while he nuzzled Rhys’s right ear with his lips. He bit down gently on the lobe and tugged.
Rhys shuddered and arched his neck to the side, instinctively offering Wade better access. Oh fuck. He’s going to make me come, right here, right now.
Wade laughed softly. “A very hungry wolf.” He pulled back, dropped a kiss on Rhys’s forehead, and moved toward the stove. “Let’s eat.”
Rhys rocked on his heels, startled. He caught the teasing glance Wade cast at him over his shoulder and swallowed a curse.
This asshole is going to be the death of me and my dick.
Rhys found himself relaxing when they sat down at the dining table and dug into the food, their conversation light and flowing as they talked about work. Things had gone well in Chicago, and it looked as if the possibility of opening a branch of their business on the West Coast would soon be a viable option.
“We may have to consider taking on that third partner soon at this rate,” Rhys said thoughtfully as he toyed with his wine glass. They’d finished the second bottle of red and he was feeling pretty mellow.
“I think you’re right,” Wade concurred.
It was something they’d spoken about often since the Asia branch of their business started taking off a few years back. And they both knew the man they wanted for the job. Bringing Gabe Anderson over to the Tokyo branch of Damon & Tucker had always been about more than just a simple promotion. They’d wanted to test the potential candidate they’d had in mind and so far, Gabe had delivered on every aspect of what they wanted in the third person they wished to bring onboard as a partner in their business.
“So, what’s for dessert?” Rhys said absentmindedly as he rose from the table and started clearing the dishes. He stiffened slightly when he realized what he had just said. He kept his eyes down as he headed into the kitchen, hoping Wade wouldn’t read anything in the innocent question.
“Well, I did discover this little bakery the other day that makes the most amazing salted caramel cheesecake,” Wade drawled. He stood and followed Rhys, brushing past him where he’d stopped to place their dirty plates in the sink.
Rhys glanced at Wade as the latter opened the larder fridge and brought out a cake stand. His pulse jumped when Wade set the exquisite looking confection on the island and slowly, deliberately, dipped a finger in the thick cream cheese.
Wade smiled sensually and cocked an eyebrow at Rhys. “Wanna taste?”
Rhys suddenly found it hard to breathe as an electrifying undercurrent filled the air once more. He flushed at the torrid look in Wade’s eyes and twisted on his heels to clasp the countertop behind him in a white-knuckled grip when Wade slowly walked over to him, finger aloft.
“Dessert is served,” Wade said in a husky voice that shot straight through Rhys’s body and made it react in all sorts of wicked ways.
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Wade’s cock throbbed as he lifted his finger to Rhys’s lips. Rhys’s eyes flared, his pupils dilating with arousal.
Rhys kept his gaze locked on Wade as his tongue darted out and licked the cream cheese from Wade’s skin, his pink flesh deliciously hot and wet. Wade growled at the sexy, filthy sight and pushed his finger inside Rhys’s mouth to the second knuckle. Rhys’s cheeks hollowed as he closed his
eyes and sucked, color painting his cheekbones a dull red while his tongue and lips wrapped skillfully around Wade’s forefinger. A low moan vibrated up Rhys’s throat and tickled Wade’s skin.
Fuck!
Wade wedged his right leg between Rhys’s thighs, yanked his finger out of Rhys’s mouth, and grabbed Rhys’s head with both hands before taking Rhys’s lips in a scorching kiss. A hungry groan rumbled out of Wade’s chest as he delved into the hot depths of Rhys’s mouth.
It felt like forever since he’d touched and savored Rhys. He tasted wine and salted caramel and Rhys’s very own intoxicating essence.
Wade bit down on Rhys’s tongue and flexed his thigh, rubbing up against Rhys’s rigid erection. The way Rhys shuddered in his arms and grasped his shoulders was Wade’s final undoing.
He dropped his hands to Rhys’s waist and backed him out of the kitchen, through the lounge, and into the hall leading to his bedroom, all the while maintaining his sensual assault on Rhys’s mouth.
Wade had wanted to take things slow tonight. To give Rhys time to adjust to their changing relationship. Wade could sense Rhys still had his guard up and he knew it would take all the patience he possessed to break through the barriers Rhys instinctively put up when Wade got too close.
But patience was the last thing on Wade’s mind right now. He could barely breathe, let alone think coherently. Not when he was this close to Rhys and touching and tasting him.
It wasn’t until the back of Rhys’s knees struck the edge of the super king-size bed dominating the stark masculine space that he finally blinked his glazed eyes open. He stiffened when he registered their destination. He lowered his hands to Wade’s chest and pulled back from their kiss.
“Wade, I—” Rhys stammered.
“No more running, Rhys,” Wade murmured, fingers flexing in Rhys’s hair as he resisted Rhys’s attempt to push him away. He fixed Rhys with a hard stare and nibbled at Rhys’s lower lip. “We’re doing this.”
Rhys’s eyes widened when he spotted the bottle of lube and the box of condoms on the nightstand. A gasp left his lips when Wade pressed on his shoulders and forced him gently down on the edge of the bed.
Wade knelt on the mattress on either side of Rhys and crowded him until he lay flat on his back with Wade hunkered down over him.
“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop,” Wade said, eyes boring into Rhys’s wild-eyed gaze.
Rhys shivered when Wade ran a finger from the base of his throat and down his body all the way to the bulge straining against his chinos. Rhys licked his lips, clearly struggling to find the words to express the unease reflected in his blue eyes.
Wade knew what Rhys was afraid of. Rhys was running scared because he thought Wade would refuse him. That Wade would be turned off when faced with the reality of actually having sex with him.
Wade clenched his jaw and inhaled shallowly.
If he only knew how turned on I am right now and how much I’m holding back. How badly I want to sink my cock deep inside his body and watch him go wild as I fuck him.
Wade had never felt this way about any of his previous conquests. Never felt this desire to stamp his touch all over another person’s body. To possess someone in every sinful meaning of the word.
“I—” Rhys mumbled.
“Yes?” Wade dipped his head and nipped at the edge of Rhys’s left collarbone where it stood exposed at the opening of his shirt.
“Shit,” Rhys moaned.
Wade sensed the moment Rhys surrendered from the way his gaze turned to cobalt and his hands rose to clutch at Wade’s shoulders once more. Wade fused their mouths together, lowered himself onto Rhys, and was rewarded by a sultry groan that made his dick swell. Wade’s voice rumbled out of his throat in an animal sound at the heady feel of Rhys’s body under his.
He’s driving me insane!
Rhys shuddered at the potent weight of Wade’s frame crushing him into the bed. He was drowning in Wade’s heat and scent, his senses overwhelmed and his will bending like willow to that of the formidable man claiming his lips as if he was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Rhys was conscious of Wade’s heavy erection digging insistently in his thigh. Rhys found himself fervently praying Wade’s cock would stay that way when Wade finally saw him naked.
Because there was no denying what was about to happen between them. And now that he’d accepted the inescapable truth, Rhys found himself more aroused than he’d ever been in his entire life.
“Let’s get this off you,” Wade said gruffly against Rhys’s lips. He rose onto his knees and straddled Rhys’s waist, his fingers moving jerkily to the buttons of Rhys’s shirt.
Rhys stroked his hands up Wade’s powerful thighs and bit his lip as he eyed the large bulge of Wade’s erection. He undid the top button of Wade’s jeans and slid the zipper down, the sound loud and thrilling above the blood pounding in his ears.
Fire scorched Rhys’s skin when Wade yanked his shirt open and leaned down to drop a kiss on his chest. Wade’s lips moved to Rhys’s left nipple. He flicked his tongue across the hardened nub and kissed it before tugging on it with his teeth.
“Fuck!” Rhys cursed. He arched helplessly beneath Wade, his eyes glazing over at the sharp pleasure-pain of the sting.
Wade straightened and took Rhys’s shirt off hastily before ridding him of the rest of his clothes, his hands rough as he peeled Rhys’s chinos and briefs off Rhys’s legs. Wade stepped off the bed, yanked his T-shirt over his head, and stripped out of his jeans and briefs.
Rhys froze as he took in Wade’s naked body for the first time in the soft glow of the bedside lamps. He’d seen Wade in swim trunks before but had never appreciated how powerful an impact the man he’d lusted after all these years would have in the nude. Wade was all hard planes and angles, his broad shoulders and chest tapering down to his defined abs and the deep V leading to his groin. Dark curls dusted his pecs and nipples before arrowing down to a sexy strip that framed his belly button and merged sinfully with his trimmed pubes.
Rhys’s pulse stuttered when he eyed Wade’s impressive erection and heavy balls. Thank God he’s still hard!
Rhys’s hole contracted tightly at the thought of taking Wade’s cock. He knew instinctively it would be the best and most filling fuck he would ever have.
Wade’s voice jolted Rhys out of his filthy daydream.
“Like what you see?” Wade said thickly.
Wade’s gaze skimmed Rhys from the top of his head all the way to his toes as he dented the mattress with his knees and climbed on the bed again. His eyes had turned a stormy blue, the gunmetal specks in his irises glittering so hotly Rhys found it a miracle he hadn’t melted beneath them.
How Rhys kept himself from squirming under Wade’s heated stare he didn’t know. Then he stopped thinking, stopped breathing as Wade crawled up on top of him.
“I gotta say, I’m loving what I’m seeing,” Wade murmured. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Rhys.”
Rhys bit his lower lip. He’d been called many things by his previous lovers. Gorgeous wasn’t one of them.
“I especially like the color of your dick,” Wade continued in a low voice. He reached down and trailed his left forefinger along Rhys’s hard length, making him curse again. “All rosy and flushed. It makes me want to know what it’ll taste like.”
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Wade’s heart pounded against his ribs as he watched Rhys’s lips part on a shocked inhale. He caressed Rhys’s twitching length again and bit back a curse when Rhys shuddered and tensed at his touch.
So beautiful.
Wade had been deadly serious when he’d told Rhys he was gorgeous. Although he was used to a woman’s shape and curves, Wade was fascinated by the rugged lines of Rhys’s body. Rhys’s frame was shorter and narrower than Wade’s. Wade knew Rhys kept himself fit by running and swimming and he could tell from Rhys’s toned muscles and softly defined six-pack that Rhys took pride in keeping his body in shape.
Wade couldn’t wait t
o find out how Rhys would feel in his embrace. And he had every intention of tasting him everywhere. With that blistering thought in mind, Wade closed his palm around Rhys’s cock and took Rhys’s mouth in a demanding kiss as he started working Rhys’s quivering shaft, his grip slick with Rhys’s pre-cum.
Rhys gasped against Wade’s lips and gripped the bedsheets, his eyes fluttering closed while his tongue clashed against Wade’s, responding to the fierce mating dance.
Wade took one of Rhys’s hands and brought it to his shoulder. “Touch me,” he ordered roughly.
Rhys blinked, fingers flexing in Wade’s skin. He shivered and gripped Wade’s shoulders with both hands as the latter continued stroking him.
Wade wrenched his mouth from Rhys’s and nudged Rhys’s chin up, seeking access to Rhys’s throat. Rhys twisted his head to the side, his lips opening on a low moan as Wade rained blistering kisses down his neck.
Wade paused over Rhys’s fluttering pulse and sucked gently on his skin before sinking his teeth into Rhys’s flesh, his own cock twitching between his thighs as Rhys’s unique essence hit his taste buds and the musky scent of his arousal swamped his senses.
Rhys cried out and jerked beneath him at the love bite, his nails biting into Wade’s shoulders.
Shit. Wade shuddered. I want him to do that when I’m inside him one day. Score my back with his nails while I drive him out of his mind.
Wade struggled to calm his raging libido and throbbing dick as he started working his way down Rhys’s body, exploring his hot, trembling, golden skin, the smattering of blond hair covering Rhys’s firm chest tickling his lips. He kept one hand on Rhys’s dick as he explored Rhys’s nipples and quickly discovered how much he seemed to enjoy having his hard, sensitive nubs played with. When Wade opened his mouth wide and sucked on Rhys’s left pec, a guttural sound left Rhys and his cock pulsated wildly between Wade’s fingers.
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