“Oh, yeah. Big time.” She crossed her arms over her chest, then leaned against the wall in the entry area. “Except you’re not. Not really. You’re just confused. So screw your head on straight and make good choices, okay?”
Ollie opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again.
“What?”
“You’re a good friend. To Trevor and to me.”
She grinned. “Love you, too.” She cocked her head toward the living area. “Want coffee while you wait?”
Everything that had tightened inside him since she’d started ragging on him relaxed. “Yeah. That would be—”
He didn’t finish the thought because he heard the distinctive beep of the code being entered into the front door’s keypad lock.
“And that’s my cue,” Leah said, wiggling her fingers as she scooted out of the entryway. “Catch you later. And good luck,” she added with a wink.
Ollie watched her go, then turned back in time to see the door open and Trevor stop short. “Ollie. I didn’t know you were here.”
He’d obviously been on a long run. A small towel hung around his neck, and his skin glistened. A plain white tee was plastered to his chest, highlighting his pecs. A tiny bead of sweat trickled down his temple, and Ollie had to fight the almost overwhelming urge to lick it away.
Rewind, indeed.
“I, uh, brought your car back. It’s in the garage.”
“Great. Thanks.” He shifted his weight from one foot to another, drawing Ollie’s attention to the damp running shorts that left very little to the imagination—and at the same time had his imagination firing in ways he’d never before experienced.
Ollie forced his attention back to Trevor’s face as something soft but demanding fluttered in his chest.
Trevor tilted his head to one side, his brow furrowing. “So, do you want to hang? Or do you need a ride back to your place?”
“Actually, a ride would be great.” He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears, so loud it drowned almost everything else out. Everything except his nerves. “But first there’s something I meant to give you last night.”
“Yeah?” He pulled the small towel from around his shoulders and mopped his face. “I’m intrigued.”
“Me, too,” Ollie said. And before he could talk himself out of it, he took two long steps forward, slid his fingers into Trevor’s damp hair to cup his head, then pulled him close and kissed him.
Chapter Five
God, it felt like heaven.
Trevor’s hair brushing his fingers, Trevor’s lips firm against his own. Ollie could hear his pulse pounding in his ears, and he was so lost in a haze of desire that it drowned out everything else, including the reality that Trevor wasn’t kissing him back.
Trevor wasn’t kissing him back.
A frisson of ice-cold terror shot through Ollie. Fear that he’d completely miscalculated. That Trevor truly did want to just rewind back to friends. And now Ollie had gone and set them up for ruin all over again.
But that thought faded as quickly as it had come because in the space of a heartbeat, Trevor went from rigid ice to bone-melting heat. His lips parted, and his tongue teased a low moan from Ollie, then a gasp as the kiss became deeper. Wilder.
Their mouths melded together in a passionate kiss that left them both panting for air. Trevor tasted like toothpaste, sweet and minty, and as they moved together in perfect harmony all other thoughts faded away from Ollie’s mind except for one—this moment was perfection.
And then it got better.
Trevor took control. His hands cupped Ollie’s ass, and he pressed his hips against him in an unmistakable way, letting Ollie know exactly just how much he wanted him. His hard cock was pressed tightly into the crevice between them, and the heat of Trevor’s body sent a shiver of sensual longing through Ollie.
He wanted this.
He wanted Trevor. Every touch, every caress, every kiss. He wanted it all, would eagerly submit to whatever decadent pleasure Trevor demanded. Never once had he experienced the depth of longing he felt right now. As if he had no purpose other than this. As if he’d die if Trevor stopped touching him, kissing him.
Trevor’s kiss was a drug, and Ollie was definitely addicted. “More,” he demanded when Trevor pulled back infinitesimally, terrified that Trevor was going to stop touching him.
“Hell, yes,” Trevor said, the heat in his voice intoxicating. Then without warning, he spun them around so that Ollie’s back was against the door, and all Ollie wanted to do was to melt. To be consumed. He was hard as steel, his skin tingling, and never in his life could he recall feeling so turned on.
“Trevor, oh, god, Trevor. I—” He cut off his words, not sure what he’d intended to say other than to beg for more.
But then Trevor pulled back, his brow furrowed. “Are you—”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Ollie growled, then cut off Trevor’s delighted laugh by pulling him back and claiming his mouth again.
Another kiss, long and deep, and this time when Trevor pulled away, he gave Ollie a long, teasing look that sent a shimmer of anticipation racing up his spine.
Trevor’s lips brushed the corner of Ollie’s mouth as he kissed along Ollie’s neck, gradually making his way to his earlobes. His hot breath tickled Ollie’s skin, but it was his whispered words that drove Ollie over the edge.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to taste you? Do you have any idea how much I crave you? How much I want your cock in my mouth. How hard I’m going to make you come?”
Ollie trembled with anticipation, his cock harder that it had ever been. He wanted everything Trevor promised, and he wanted to turn it around, too. To take charge himself. To taste this man. To touch him, explore every delicious inch of him.
Why had he wasted so much time being nervous? Feeling awkward? This was perfection. Exactly what he’d been craving even though he’d never realized it. Here, in this man’s arms, he felt for the first time that he was whole.
With no small regret, he drew a breath, then eased back to meet Trevor’s eyes, now a mix of raging heat and a hint of confusion.
“Where’s your room?”
A slow smile eased across Trevor’s face. “Follow me.”
Trevor took his hand, then dragged Ollie into his bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. Ollie landed on his back, legs bent at the end of the mattress. A vulnerable position. And damned if he didn’t like it.
Trevor grinned before backing away long enough to kick the door shut. Then he slid between Ollie’s legs and tugged Ollie’s T-shirt up, planting light kisses all over his torso as Ollie groaned with pleasure. But instead of focusing on Ollie’s abs, Trevor went straight for the fly of his jeans, and the brush of his hand against Ollie’s cock was enough to send him spiraling into ecstasy.
“I want you in my mouth,” Trevor murmured.
“Yes. God, yes, please.”
Slowly, Trevor unbuttoned the fly, then tugged the zipper down. Ollie closed his eyes, craving the touch. Longing for the release. Over Ollie’s briefs, Trevor’s fingertip traced the length of his cock, the light touch easing Ollie closer and closer to the cliff that he wanted to tumble over, locked in Trevor’s embrace, their bodies shattering together.