Tied to Trouble(4)

Or actually, someone.

Chad leaned against the doorframe, preventing Owen’s entry to the bathroom. He was even hotter close up—all wild hair and hazel eyes and full, sensual lips. The T-shirt under his jacket was stretched across his broad chest. Those long legs were encased in worn denim and his ankles crossed casually. His gaze slowly worked its way down Owen’s body, then back up to his face. Chad tilted his head and stuck his tongue out to wet his bottom lip.

Owen had a fleeting thought that this was an act, probably a whole series of seductive gestures Marley’s brother had down to a science, but it didn’t matter. Owen’s body heated, his cock beginning to perk up in his pressed khakis.

He needed to get away from this guy before he did something stupid. Like kiss him. Or fuck him. He should turn around, find another bathroom. There must be a bathroom upstairs, but that wasn’t polite, was it? To traipse around the second floor of someone’s house without permission?

So there he was, staring at those sexy lips twisted into a smirk.

Owen clenched his jaw and gestured over Chad’s shoulder. “I, uh, was heading in there.”

But Chad didn’t move, and those hazel eyes grew heavy lidded as his gaze dropped to Owen’s mouth.

Which made him look at Chad’s mouth, imagining all the things it could do.

Shit.

He made to brush past the other man, but that was a mistake, apparently, because instead of finding himself in the bathroom, he was pressed against the wall beside the door, Chad’s hands fisted on the wall on either side of Owen’s head.

His eyes went wide, and he choked back a curse. Chad’s face was inches away. Owen could see he’d missed a spot shaving, right there on the corner of his right jaw. He could lean forward, just a bit, run his tongue along that stubble…

No. No. Shut down that train of thought.

He couldn’t move, though not because Chad was physically holding him in place. No, he could easily duck under one of those leather-clad arms and leave. He was stuck because of Chad’s stare, his smell of leather and cologne. It was intoxicating.

Owen worked to maintain an impassive expression.

And failed miserably, judging by the other man’s expression.

One corner of Chad’s lips slowly lifted. He took one hand off the wall and tugged on Owen’s bow tie. “So proper with this bow tie and that hair and those glasses.” Chad’s voice was velvet, so smooth that Owen felt it slide down his throat and around his cock like caressing fingers.

The other man leaned in, and Owen sucked in a breath. Chad ran his nose up the side of Owen’s neck, under his ear, and then teeth tugged on his earlobe. Owen squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands into fists.

Chad’s breath gusted on his abused lobe. “What are you like once the bow tie and glasses come off, once you let your hair get a little messy, huh?”

Lips came next, running along Owen’s jaw, over his chin, brushing the corner of his lips.

And then just like that, there was no more heat of Chad’s body, no more cologne or leather. Owen popped his eyes open to see Chad two feet away, hands loosely hanging at his sides, a smirk on his lips, like none of this had affected him. “Bet you never let yourself get like that, do you?” he asked. His voice lowered. “I bet you even fuck with the lights off.”

Something in Owen flared to life, something he hadn’t realized was in him. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was those goddamn Chad Lake pheromones oozing from the man, but Owen wasn’t about to let this guy think he could get under his skin without retaliation. Not that it mattered what Chad thought, but that didn’t stop Owen’s heart from thumping in his chest like a drum as he surged forward and pinned Chad to the wall, quickly reversing their previous position.

Chad’s eyes widened a fraction in surprise, and Owen felt the same. But Chad had caught him on a bad day. A day when he was lonely in a sea of people who should know him, so fuck this man who wanted to prod and mock him.

Owen leaned close, so his breath mingled with Chad’s soft exhales. So the tips of his bow tie touched the edges of Chad’s leather jacket.

When Chad’s breath sped up, when his pupils dilated, Owen knew he had him. “Do you want to know how I’d fuck you?” he asked.

Chad didn’t answer. Finally, he licked his lips. “Yeah,” he said with a croak he didn’t succeed in masking.

Owen let his gaze trail over Chad’s face. “I’d take my time, peeling all these clothes off you. I wouldn’t touch you, though. No, I’d make it so you were naked in front of me, begging, begging for just a brush of my hand on your skin. And then I’d stroke you, nice and slow. I’d bite you, leave my marks behind. And when you’re just about to come, I’d pull you back from the brink. I’d bend you over a couch or a chair or a bed. I’d spread open that sweet ass. I can tell it’s sweet because of those tight jeans you’re wearing.”