Page 30 of Tangled With You

More skin.

More of everything.

He wanted it all. But mostly, he wanted it with Trevor.

“On the bed,” Trevor said, easing them away from the doorand to the looming king size bed.

He gave Ollie a little shove, and Ollie sat obediently, backstraight and his head tilted just enough so that he could look into Trevor’slicorice-black eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, reveling in theother man’s dark hair with just a hint of curl. Those thick eyebrows. And themouth that was absolutely made for kissing.

He’d felt the punch the first time he’d seen him. And whenthey’d become friends, he’d fought that feeling for far too long. Now, he wasgoing to finally experience what he’d been craving…and so foolishly denyinghimself.

“On your back,” Trevor said, taking Ollie by the shouldersand moving that process along. Soon, Ollie had scooted up the mattress, andTrevor was straddling him, the pressure of his ass against Ollie’s rock hardcock not only maddening, but also inspirational. Because right then, the onlything in Ollie’s head was what he wanted to do to Trevor—and what he hopedTrevor would do to him.

Slowly, Trevor leaned over until the material of theirshirts brushed together, sending a fresh new wave of sensation tickling allover his skin. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice coming out in arough whisper.

“Good. That was my plan. Now, hush.” He traced his fingertipover Ollie’s lips, and Ollie groaned, growing harder by the second. “Oh, yeah,”Trevor said, moving his hips just slightly and amping up the sensation.

“Trevor.” Ollie grabbed his wrist, trapping the finger thatwas teasing his lower lip. “Not so fast. I don’t want—I mean, I want it tolast.”

Trevor’s eyes narrowed, then he bent forward and claimedOllie’s mouth with his own. A deep, slow kiss, then building with intensity, sowild and so passionate it was almost like fucking, and Ollie never, ever wantedit to end.

It did, of course, but from the gleam in Trevor’s eyes, hehad an even better follow-up planned. “I should drag you into the shower justto finish what we almost started at my place, but I can’t wait. I want you now.”

“Thank God,” Ollie said, the words coming so fast and sointense that he realized he wasn’t nervous at all—okay, maybe a little. Mostly,he just wanted this.

“Close your eyes,” Trevor ordered, and when Ollie complied,he felt the tug of his shirt being untucked from his jeans. Then Trevor’snimble fingers unbuttoning it. In a moment, the sides of the shirt were pushedaside, and he felt the cool air against his overly heated skin.

He started to open his eyes, but heard Trevor’s low growl ofprotest and kept them shut. Then Trevor’s hands were on him, exploring andteasing, his fingers dancing over Ollie’s stomach and chest, his lips brushinglightly over his nipples.

It was like being on fire, and dear God, he wanted to burn.

Then he felt Trevor’s breath at his waistband, followed byTrevor’s fingers slipping under. Teasing him just enough to suggest a promiseof things to come.

Overwhelmed and painfully hard, Ollie kept his eyes closed,his head back, his neck arched, and told himself to just feel. To just float.To let Trevor take him to whatever heights he wanted, because right then, Olliewould follow him anywhere.

And then he was falling, slipping deep into a well ofpleasure. The scent of Trevor. The touch of him. The only sound in the room wastheir breathing and the seductive scrape as Trevor tugged Ollie’s zipper down,and, yeah, Ollie had to open his eyes.

Trevor noticed and flashed one wicked grin, then slid downthe bed, taking Ollie’s jeans with him. Ollie wiggled, helping to ease them downand onto the floor, then found himself in only the open shirt and boxer briefsthat did nothing to hide his arousal.

“That’s what I like,” Trevor said. He was on his knees atthe foot of the bed, and he slowly climbed back up, this time cupping Ollie throughthe thin material. “Close your eyes again.”

“This is completely unfair,” Ollie complained as he obeyed.“You’re still dressed.”

Trevor made a show of looking at himself, and then at Ollie.“Works for me,” he said as he tugged Ollie’s underwear down, releasing hiscock. The sensation of the cool air against his heated skin made him suck inair even while he fought the urge to just out-and-out beg.

That’s when he realized that Trevor was no longer touchinghim. He opened his eyes to see Trevor looking at him with a grin that seemedboth mischievous and deeply erotic.

“Tell me,” Trevor said, easing Ollie’s briefs all the wayoff. “Tell me what you want.”

“Trev…” Ollie shook his head. They hadn’t talked about this.They hadn’t negotiated a relationship. They’d only even kissed a few hours ago.

So how could Ollie know what he wanted?

Except he did know. He’d known for a long time.

Since the moneylaundering sting, for sure. And, if he was being honest, even before that.