Brody met his eyes again. “That’s temporary, Wood, and you know it. You’re just getting started; it’s going to take some time. Be patient.”
“I will. And as I wait, I’ll do it in the bed of an amazing man.” Wood smiled.
“Get out of my damn car.” Brody shoved him, trying but failing to hide his grin.
Wood ducked his head when Brody lowered the automatic window. “I’ll be home if you need me.”
“I won’t need you.”
“Just in case he says let’s wait a bit longer, I don’t want you to jump off a bridge.” Brody laughed loudly.
“Oh trust me. I’m not worried.” He told Brody he’d see him at tomorrow night’s meeting, then waved as he backed out of the driveway.
Wood went inside, quickly hung up his jacket, and hurried down the hall to his bedroom. He heard Trent’s sultry jazz filtering into his room while he scrambled to piece together a halfway decent outfit. Crap. He only had twenty minutes to shower and change. Wood tossed a pair of slightly faded black jeans on the bed and a thick green sweater. When he finished in the bathroom—his shave taking the longest—he sprinted to his room to get dressed. He plucked a couple of pieces of lint from his sleeve as he checked himself over in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. He didn’t look bad, but he’d definitely cleaned up better. He wished he knew what had happened to all his nice clothes.
Wood closed his bedroom door and tapped his knuckles on the one across the hall. “Hey, you ready?”
“Yes. And you’re late,” Trent said from the direction of the living room.
Wood grinned widely and walked down the hall knowing his night was going to be amazing, and it hadn’t even gotten started. “I apologize. I got in as soon as I—” Wood turned the corner and stuttered to a dead stop at the first sight of his date. He had no clue what expression he wore, but a pretty red tint began to cover Trent’s jaw and creep down into that sexy turtleneck he wore.
Trent stood and glanced at a silver watch on his right wrist, giving Wood a teasing smirk. “All you had to do was shower, shave, and show up. I hear that men get points taken off when they’re late for a first date.”
“Forgive me,” Wood said, his voice throaty as he took unconscious steps toward Trent. Everything about this man pulled him to him, especially his slick tongue and those challenges he liked to dish out.
Trent’s eyes flashed with heat, and his nostrils flared when Wood was only a few feet away. If he didn’t get his hands on Trent in the next second, he would lose his damn mind. Trent appeared to have gone all out for their evening. He wore dark blue jeans that didn’t look secondhand and faded like his own. He had on a designer black turtleneck that molded seamlessly to his firm chest and accented his slim waist. But that wasn’t even the best part. Wood cupped the side of Trent’s neck with one hand and gently fingered the white-gold cross hanging around his neck and resting between his nice pecs. Wood placed a lingering kiss on Trent’s forehead, closing his eyes at the amazing scent he caught of his hair.
“You’re forgiven,” Trent breathed against his chin.
Wood tilted Trent’s head and softly kissed his lips, staring in his eyes as he did. “You look beautiful. I don’t…” Wood frowned, feeling confused but mostly mesmerized as he dragged his thumb down Trent’s jaw that looked even more prominent with its new trim. “I have no other words.”
Wood was still trying to think of something eloquent or chivalrous to say, but he was stunned to silence. How’d he get this lucky? It wasn’t as if his feelings were unrequited because he could gaze in Trent’s rum-colored irises for hours and bathe in the desire he saw there for him. The man in his arms was trembling as hard as he was, his lips slack and almost begging for a deeper kiss. Not able to contain himself, Wood wrapped his arms tight around Trent’s body and tried to consume him from the outside. Trent’s tender lips pressed insistently against his own, and Wood felt the moan began in his chest before he released it inside Trent’s mouth.
Trent
Trent lapped hungrily at every groan Wood made. And even though he was the one feeling out of his league, Trent also felt a twinge of power that he could reduce such an imposing man like Wood to raspy whimpers. Trent felt his dick getting harder and pulled back, not wanting to get any stains on his jeans. He pushed his nose against Wood’s throat and inhaled, smiling as he thought about Edison’s description of Wood’s cologne.
“You smell good.” Trent dragged his nose along Wood’s Adam’s apple. “You smell like a gentleman.”
Wood smirked, then captured his lips again, quickly dominating the kiss. Trent was walked backward as he clung on to Wood’s neck until his back hit the wall. He grunted from the force, excitement swarming him as he let the muscled, horny ex-con grind his hard shaft into his thigh. Wood was hunched over him, nudging his face forcefully and going for his throat. He wanted to raise one leg and prop it on Wood’s hip and open himself up to take more thrusting, but he refrained. This was a first date for fuck’s sake, and he was already offering his ass up on a platter.
Wood inched one side of his turtleneck down and fingered his sensitive throat before he latched on and started to suck with intention. Trent bucked his hips forward, the shock of erotic pleasure and a bit of sting making him almost come undone. He craned his neck to the side and held the back of Wood’s head, their bodies sealed together as he took his claiming. “Wood.” He moaned, making the man suck harder. Trent hissed as his skin was pulled tight, his eyes falling shut.
Wood slowly released his abused flesh, then returned his collar neatly in place. No one would know that was there but the two of them. “You ready now?” Trent chuckled, sounding winded.
“I think so.” Wood’s gaze continued to lazily roam over his face, as if he was seeing Trent for the first time. “We better go before I change our plans to a night in.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Trent
Trent took the scenic route to Military Highway, then up Virginia Beach Boulevard that would take them to the oceanfront. The interstate would’ve gotten them there faster, but he didn’t want to rush tonight. When he’d first got home from prison a little over a year ago, he’d been happy enough to be reunited with his girlfriend, Cecilia… but shouldn’t he have been elated? The problem was she didn’t make him feel wanted, much less needed. When he saw her, there was no thrill. Not like when Wood greeted him with a deep kiss and a hot dinner when he came home from work. He’d genuinely tried to get to know his girl again and reconnect with her, but it never happened. She never made him feel the way Wood did.
“You’re quiet,” Wood murmured.
Trent inhaled, liking that his truck would smell like that gentleman’s cologne for several days. “Just enjoying the ride.”
Wood didn’t say anything else until Trent turned off Atlantic Avenue onto Laskin Road and parked in the Hilton garage. “A hotel?”
“There’s a restaurant that takes up half of the downstairs called Catch 31. Has the best surf and turf on the strip. And…” Trent glanced away, feeling a little awkward at how much effort he was putting into this evening. “They have good ocean-view seating… so…”