Logan moved his hand to where the sheet was covering him and started to stroke himself. “For now.”
Tate couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so he just stood there with his lips pulled tight.
“Take off your clothes, Tate.”
Tate grabbed the hem of his shirt, removed it swiftly, and threw it off to the side, not even caring where it landed. Tate’s mouth finally parted as Logan started to move his feet, pulling the sheet down, and—
Yeah, the guy didn’t bother with clothes.
As Logan’s nude body came back into view, Tate wondered how it would feel to press his own nakedness against him.
“And the rest,” Logan told him in a voice that seemed to have the same effect as hypnosis.
Tate kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans, removing the rest of his clothes. When he was finally undressed, Logan had both hands down between his thighs. One was jerking his thick shaft, and the other was dipping down to play with his balls. All the while, Logan’s intent gaze focused on Tate’s body.
“Fuck, just stand there. I can do this all day. You don’t have to do anything for me to get off on you.”
Tate felt some of his nerves and apprehension leave as Logan continued pleasuring himself.
“I don’t know when I’ll be ready to…you know, do everything you want,” Tate finally spoke, answering sincerely.
Logan stopped what he was doing and leveled steady eyes on him. “We’ll go as slow as you like.”
“Which for you is full speed ahead?”
“Usually.”
Huh, Tate thought, and then asked the other question that had been on his mind, “Why are you being so patient with me?”
Logan let go of the hold he had on himself. “Why are you even here with me?”
Good comeback, damn lawyer.
“Tate, you’re sexy as fuck. The minute I saw you, I got hard. When you opened your mouth, I became one hundred percent interested. And when you kissed me? I lost my damn mind. I’ll be as patient as I need to, to get you inside me. Anything else?”
Tate’s cock seemed to understand because it proudly proclaimed its interest in the action it wanted.
“Get into bed,” Logan coaxed.
“I think I better stay here while we talk.”
“We’re still talking?” Logan asked in a tone that suggested he was over the conversation section of the evening.
“This is a big deal for me. You might be used to putting your dick wherever and whenever, but mine has only visited pussy, and I’m freaking out a little. So, would you hang on, and cut me some slack?”
* * *
While Tate stood there, seemingly trying to get his brain to catch up with his eager body, Logan took in all of his lean muscles and smooth, tanned torso. Mmm. Tate hardly had any body hair over his burnished brown skin, and Logan couldn’t wait to run his tongue all over it.
Deciding to play nice, Logan relented, “Okay, I’ll cut you some slack. Why don’t you tell me what else is bothering you?”
Logan hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t what he got.
“You, sleeping with everything that moves.” Tate moved cautiously around to the empty side of the bed.
Logan tried to concentrate, but all he kept coming back to was, Tate is standing here, naked in my bedroom.
“Logan?” Tate waited for a response.
Turning on his side, Logan watched as Tate slowly placed a knee on the bed. “What?”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Honestly? No.” Logan sat up, grabbed Tate’s hand, and tackled him down onto the bed until he was hovering over him.
“Mmm,” Logan half-groaned as he finally pressed his naked erection against Tate’s. “You’re worried about me with other people while I’m fucking you. Aw, I think you care, Mr. Morrison.”
“I think you mean while I’m fucking you. Don’t you?”
Logan became amused as Tate glared up at him, obviously aggravated he’d been overpowered, and even more so at Logan’s words.
It may have been crazy, but seeing Tate irritated was fast becoming one of Logan’s biggest turn-ons.
Placing his hands by Tate’s head, he lowered himself until he was by his ear. “Minor details.”
Tate turned his head on the pillow until their lips were only inches apart, and he released a low grunt as Logan rolled his hips over him.
“Important ones, wouldn’t you say?” Tate asked.
Logan flicked his tongue out, tracing it across Tate’s upper lip, and when they parted, he promised, “I know what we agreed to, and what you think you want. But I will end up inside you.” He emphasized exactly which part of him he was referring to, by flexing his hips against Tate. “And you’ll beg me to be there. I guarantee it.”