Try (Temptation Series)(85)
“Now, I think it’s…exciting.”
Lifting the shot to his mouth, Logan downed the liquid and didn’t even flinch as he placed the empty glass on the bar. “Well, that was a different answer than what I’d expected. Thank you.”
“I’m not finished. There’s more,” Tate taunted with a chuckle, wondering what exactly Logan had expected. “Want another drink to hear the rest?”
“Oh, nice. Laugh away. The only reason I’m behaving is because you’re at work. Otherwise, you’d be just as uncomfortable right now.”
“Since when has the fact that I’m at work stopped you?” Tate asked. “I can stop if you’d like.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“So, you like hearing about yourself? Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Tate raised his hand to stroke his chin, pretending to be deep in thought.
Logan clarified, “I like hearing what you think.”
“I think you’re sexy, but everyone must tell you that, so that’s nothing new. It must get boring.”
“Are you kidding? Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you tell me something like that?”
“Not that long. I’ve only known you for a little over two weeks,” Tate reminded him, tongue-in-cheek.
“Has it really only been that long? I swear it feels like I’ve wanted you forever. God, you have no clue what I want to do to you.”
Tate’s mouth went dry at the way Logan’s voice deepened, and his eyes moved to linger on his throat. Reaching for the white towel tucked into his pants, Tate brought it between his hands and twisted it. “Stop it. I can’t think when you look at me like that.”
“I know. You start playing with that towel, or you push your hands through your hair. But damn, Tate, I can’t help it. The minute I saw you, I wanted you.”
Tate’s erection pressed against its confines as he studied Logan’s mouth. “I also like that.”
“What?” Logan exhaled.
“How much you want me. It’s a fucking rush. The way you watch me, and look at me is so shameless.”
“Tate?”
“Yeah?”
“Walk the fuck away from me—right now.”
Tate twisted the towel and raised a hand to push it through his hair as he nodded, understanding Logan’s lack of self-control. “But later?”
“Later, you’re coming home with me.”
Tate managed a one-word promise. “Yes.”
Chapter Twenty
Barely two feet inside Logan’s condo, Tate was spun around, and his mouth was taken. Taken was the only way to describe it. Logan wasn’t gentle, and neither were the hands at Tate’s waist.
The door was kicked shut, and a light switched on as Tate was walked backward while his work shirt was pulled from his pants. The mouth on his was ravenous, and the tongue that dipped between his lips tasted him like a starving man.
Bringing his hands up to Logan’s face, Tate caressed his cheeks and chased the agile tongue back into Logan’s mouth. Hell, as if the man isn’t potent enough, his mouth tastes like tequila, Tate thought as nimble fingers began playing with the bottom of his vest.
Sliding a hand around to the back of Logan’s head, Tate flirted with the black hair that had finally dried out from the rain. He gathered Logan in as close as he could until their hips met, and the proof of Logan’s arousal was pressed up against his own. Tate pulled his head back and pushed his body against the hard one in front of him.
“Naked. I want you naked,” Logan rasped as he started to undo the buttons of Tate’s vest.
Tate took Logan’s full bottom lip between his teeth and pulled at it gently before swiping his tongue over it. A hoarse sound came from Logan’s throat as he reached the top button of Tate’s shirt.
“This damn uniform. It’s like unwrapping a fucking Christmas present. Layers and layers,” he breathed out, exasperated, while continuing to unbutton, “before I get to what I want.”
Tate lifted his hand to Logan’s tie and stroked the crumpled material down his chest. “I could say the same.”
“So, undress me.”
Tate loosened the tie, removed it, and threw it to the floor. Two hands finally parted his vest and shirt, sliding inside, while he unfastened the top two buttons of Logan’s shirt.
Before he got any further, Logan lowered his head and pressed warm lips to Tate’s nipple. Tate dropped his hands, and let out a shaky sigh.
Oh yeah, bite me, come on, Logan.
Sharp teeth nipped over his chest, and then Logan’s tongue flicked out across the pointy nub. When Tate clutched the back of Logan’s head, Logan bit down.