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“Yeah, of course I would.”

Clearly, that was the right answer because he beams at me. “I would save you too.”

“Yikes. That doesn’t fill me with much hope of survival,” I groan playfully.

“Hey! I would fight them with my hockey stick. And my skates!”

“Mhm.”

“We would have to stick really close together. Share food.”

He wiggles his arms beneath my shoulders, curling around me until his fingers find the nape of my neck. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and now we’re so close, I can feel his heart beating against my own chest. His fingertips trace a featherlight line down my nape, and pleasure shivers down my spine to my groin.

Fully aware that his cock is currently pressed against mine, I drop my voice and rasp, “Share body warmth.”

His eyes turn dark and hooded.

“Naked body warmth,” he whispers, and then his lips are closing over mine.

A low moan rumbles in my throat as my tongue brushes his. He grinds against me, a slow, rhythmic shift of his hips, and my cock thickens beneath my zipper.

He must feel the evidence of the effect he has on me because he lets out a satisfied hum and rolls his hips a little rougher. He swallows down my moan, then ducks his head to nibble my neck.

I let out a small gasp, arching up into him.

“Should I be worried we’ve gone from talking about surviving a zombie invasion to humping each other on the couch?”

“Gotta save the planet,” he murmurs.

I snort. “By humping?”

“Humping saves lives.” He lifts his head, nipping my jaw and the corner of my lip. He runs a hand between us and squeezes my hard cock, eliciting a deep moan from me. “I wanna taste you, Bailey. Can I taste you? I bet you have a pretty cock.”

Fucking hell. I’ll be lucky if I don’t blow my load the second he pulls me from my boxers.

“You can do anything you want to me.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, and I know in that moment that the fall from the high that is Remington McRae is going to hurt, but it’ll be so worth it.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Remington

I follow Bailey down the hallway to his room. He flicks on a small lamp that sits on his bedside table, basking the room in a low, warm light. When he turns to face me, his eyes, filled with heat, dance from my face down my body, stopping at my hard cock, which I’m pretty sure is trying to punch a hole through my denim.

I want him so bad I’m practically shaking.

Closing the gap between us, I place my hands on his hips and slide my mouth over his again. Within an instant, he’s moaning and melting into my touch. My fingers slip beneath the hem of his T-shirt, loving the feel of his soft, warm skin as I inch up his T-shirt while I suck on his tongue.

We separate for the briefest moment so I can pull it over his head and toss the fabric aside, and then our mouths are colliding again.

Bailey stumbles as he tries to kick off his jeans without tearing our lips apart, cursing under his breath when they get caught on his foot.

I chuckle softly under my breath, keeping him steady with my hands. My body feels like a live wire, buzzing with anticipation, charged with a desperate need to get even closer to Bailey.

I make quick work taking off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and when I look back at Bailey, his eyes are wide in surprise.

“Wow,” he breathes out. His hand coasts down my chest to my abdomen, my muscles rippling beneath his touch, and then my cock bucks, desperate for his attention. “Your body is…” He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. “Fucking incredible, Remi.”