He wasn’t out? Or maybe he wasn’t comfortable with his sexuality? Then there was the fact that we worked together.
All of those reasons were sound.
And Van and I might be a fucking disaster waiting to happen.
Yet, here I was. My body sweating, hands trembling, waiting, fucking dying for Van to come close and touch me.
I never hungered for anyone like I did for him.
It was humbling and so fucking frustrating that I wanted to scream.
But I held back.
Until he took a step toward me.
Then all bets were off.
CHAPTER11
VAN
Leave.
Leave now, and don’t look back.
I ignored the common sense loop in my head and closed the gap between Brodie and me.
With the way he’d ordered me to get off the couch, I thought for sure he’d make the first move. But he just stood there, frozen in place. His hands tightly fisted, his chest moving in and out at a rapid pace, his eyes glittering in the darkness.
I stepped into his space and slid one arm around his waist.
He groaned, and I answered.
One simple touch triggered an intense desire that threatened to consume me. My dick liked what we were doing a hell of a lot more than I’d anticipated. My dick got so hard, so fast, that I was lightheaded, aching, throbbing.
From one touch.
I pulled him closer until our hips collided, and we started swaying to the pulsing music.
I wasn’t lying when I said I was a shit dancer, but then again, that wasn’t what we were doing. We were barely moving in time to the beat.
I splayed my palm against Brodie’s back and traced the gap in his corset vest. Slipping my fingers underneath the laces, I gave an experimental tug.
His breath caught, and mine followed.
I was surrounded by his scent. Deep and spicy, warm, as heady as the man himself. It had me dying to taste his skin.
Then I ran the tips of my fingers under the laces and reveled in the feel of his smooth, bare skin against mine.
I brushed my lips against his ear. “You’ve never worn this before.”
“Do you like it?” Brodie asked, his body trembling.
“I more than like it.”
I pulled back to look at his face, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glassy.
“Brodie? Are you okay?”