Try (Temptation Series)(75)

Lowering his voice, he suggested, “Call in sick and come home with me. I’ll prove you wrong.”

“I could,” Logan considered. “But I’m not in the mood.”

Tate let out a sound of disbelief. “Really? You aren’t in the mood?”

“Not with someone who acts like I’m no one in public, but expects something exclusive so he can get me on my hands and knees in private.”

Logan was right. What he was asking was unfair. Tate thought he just needed time, time to get used to it all. But he wasn’t kidding himself. He wanted Logan, and he’d probably do whatever the guy asked to have him.

“You’re really pissed because I wouldn’t hold your hand, aren’t you?”

Logan dropped the relaxed posture to lean in.

“Don’t you laugh at me.”

Tate let his fingers reach out to touch Logan’s.

“Why? If this was the other way around, you’d be rolling on the floor, laughing at me.”

“Fuck off, Tate,” Logan snarled.

Quick as a whip, Tate caught Logan’s tie and one of the guys’ hands, pulling him across the table. Tate watched Logan’s vision shift to his mouth in anticipation.

“You really want me to leave?”

Logan raised his gaze as he warned, “People are watching.”

Tate’s desire to get his point across was outweighing any kind of fear he might have been having. “So?”

“So? Aren’t you the one that—”

Tate cut him off by tugging on the tie. “I told you I needed some time.”

“And fifteen minutes is your version of time?” Logan questioned skeptically.

“No, not really. But I want that little shit to see exactly who’s going to be sucking you later, and I don’t want you going to work thinking about him instead of me.”

Logan scoffed. “Tate?”

“What?” He didn’t really care where they were anymore. Instead, all he could visualize was this man’s mouth on his own.

“Lately, you’re all that I think about.”

“Perfect.” Tate responded before he pushed off his seat and took Logan’s mouth in a blistering kiss.

Logan opened to his lips immediately, and Tate forgot all about his surroundings as he tangled his tongue with Logan’s, sinking into the connection. The moan that slipped from Logan’s throat made Tate want to drag him over the table and rip off his clothes. It wasn’t until the sound of an order being called out, that Tate was brought back to reality, back to the coffee shop, back to where he had just openly kissed Logan in front of anyone who walked on by.

Before he had time to analyze that, Logan flicked his tongue over Tate’s bottom lip. “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

“What?” Tate reluctantly let go of Logan and sat back in his seat.

Logan followed suit and calmly stated, “Of Robbie. You were jealous.”

“And if I was?”

“There’s no reason to be. But I like it,” Logan informed with a self-satisfied grin.

“Why?”

“Because you looked like you wanted to kick his ass for even talking to me, and that makes me want you even more.”

Tate lowered his voice, questioning softly, “You really like that idea, don’t you?”

“Hell yes.”

Tate felt his erection pressing against his jeans at the look Logan was giving him. The kiss had gotten him interested, but the look aimed his way had him ready to go.

Then, Logan opened his mouth to add to the torture. “All of that honey-colored skin, naked under me, your curls all over my pillow as I drive my cock inside you—oh yeah, Tate, that’s going to happen. Mark my words.”

Tate’s ass clenched, and he actually pushed his hips up as though he were trying to ease the ache. He was more aroused by the image Logan had just depicted than he’d ever thought he would be.

“What if I don’t ever want that?”

“Tate?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you turned-on right now, wishing we were somewhere private?”

Tate closed his eyes, sighed, and then reopened them. “Yes.”

“Then, trust me, you want it. Think about it, get comfortable with the idea, and when you’re ready, I’m going to make you feel so unfuckingbelievable that you’ll wonder why you ever questioned it.”

Tate’s thoughts were all over the place, and all he wanted was to ease his ache by doing…well, anything with Logan.

“Sure you have to go to work?”

“Yeah, but I’ll come by the bar after.”

Logan slid out of the booth, and Tate had to wonder how the guy didn’t have a raging hard-on like himself. But when he buttoned his jacket and placed his briefcase in front of him, Tate had his answer.