by Whitley Gray
Faint vertical lines formed between Remy’s eyebrows.
Way to go. “Like” wasn’t the right word. “I have feelings for you.”
“Okay.” The lines deepened.
“I’m not with Vince.”
“Yeah, I got that.”
“I’m not with Vince because he was bad for me.”
Shaking his head, Remy said, “Jamie—”
“Hear me out. He was a controlling bastard, and I have control issues.”
“I don’t want to control you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re your own man and fight your own battles.”
“Sure you can do that?”
“I’ll do my best. If you need help, I’d be honored to be invited to assist. I won't jump in otherwise. I’m here, but I’m not in charge. We can take it as slow as you like.” Remy slid a hand across the cushions toward Jamie. “I like you too. More than a lot. All I want is a chance to see where we could go.”
Remy was willing to let Jamie dictate the pace? Jamie took Remy’s hand. “I’d like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He reached for Remy and melted into him.
The kiss had all the eagerness of a first press of mouths heightened by the joy of rediscovery and honesty. Jamie sighed and parted his lips, accepting Remy’s tongue. The kiss carried the spicy sweet of ginger. It was heartfelt. It was exciting and hot, and his body ran with it.
Remy groaned into Jamie’s mouth. Jamie could feel Remy getting lost in the kiss, hands tightening, heart pounding. Any second now this would progress from prelude to foreplay and beyond.
Remy broke away, panting. “I want you.”
The roughened words went straight to Jamie’s cock. Just tell him what you want.
There was no good way to reconcile let’s take it slow with let’s go to bed. They’d crossed the line from casual contact to intimacy in a heartbeat. But if this was truly a rewind to the start, a new beginning based on mutual understanding, maybe Jamie could let things proceed.
“I want you too.” Jamie rested his forehead against Remy’s.
Remy gave a husky laugh. “Thank God. I’ve wanted you all afternoon. Honestly, I’ve been lying awake at night wanting you for the last three weeks.”
“Going to bed with me?”
“Well, yes, but no. You. I’ve wanted you.” Remy planted a kiss on Jamie’s brow. “Don’t get me wrong, the sex was amazing and I want that too. But what I really wanted—what I missed—was having you around. The best thing that ever happened to me was running into you that day at the park.”
Satisfaction warmed Jamie inside. This could be something good, something worth sacrificing an ankle to have. “So…can I crash at your pad tonight?”
“As many nights as you want.”
Loose Id Titles by Whitley Gray
Crash Pad
High Concept
Midwinter Night’s Dream
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Stacking the Deck
(an Eostre’s Baskets story)
Whitley Gray
Whitley lives in the Rocky Mountain West, and works at a major medical center. Her medically based stories involve events that *ahem* never take place in a real hospital. She has a very understanding family, who put up with long sojourns at the computer and bring her ice cream.
