Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
They spent the next long while kissing and groping beneath the vast, starry sky. The longer they went at it, the more desperate Liam became, and before he knew it, he was rutting against Tate for all he was worth.
“Wait!” He tore his mouth away and rested his forehead against Tate’s. “Holy shit, we have to stop or I’m going to come.”
“And that’s a problem?”
“Right now, it is. I don’t want to come again until you’re inside me.” He lifted his head, and the white-hot stare gazing up at him had sweat rolling down his back.
Fire blazed in Tate’s eyes as he squeezed Liam’s ass. “Then let’s get the fuck outta here.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“THIS IS NICE.” Tate shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from attacking Liam the second they entered his apartment. After spending the past few hours touching, kissing, and learning about the pretty dancer, his cock was harder than the porcelain tiles he worked with.
But a hard cock wasn’t anything new. Maybe he didn’t usually want inside someone as much as he did Liam, but he understood sexual arousal. What he didn’t understand was the fluttery feeling in his chest or the way his blood zinged with jitters as though he’d downed a pot of coffee on an empty stomach.
He didn’t want to fuck this up because he wanted it to happen again, and it hadn’t even happened yet.
That’s what he didn’t understand.
Who anticipated the next time they’d be with someone when they were already in their presence?
Saps, that’s who.
And me, apparently.
“If by nice you mean tiny, then yes, this place is very nice.” Liam dropped his keys in a silver dish on a small table by the door.
With a snort, Tate followed him into the small apartment. “Do you have to turn sideways to fit down the hallway?” He’d been side-stepping to his bedroom since he hit puberty.
“What? No. Why?”
“Then it’s not tiny.”
“Well, it’s not big by any stretch of the imagination. The hallway is only about two feet long. It leads to an itty-bitty bedroom.” He spread his slender arms with the same grace he did when dancing. Then, this is the rest—a baby kitchen and a little den.
Tate took a good look at the space. Sure, it wasn’t big, but Liam was one guy. How much space could he need? In the short time he’d lived there, Liam managed to create a homier environment than Tate’s place, and he’d lived there his whole damn life. “What I meant was you made it look nice. It’s cozy and classy.” He shrugged. “Like you.”
“Oh.” He beamed. “Thank you.” Art prints and photos of ballet dancers hung from the walls. The beige loveseat had a plush, olive-green blanket draped over one arm, with two matching pillows on each end. Then, there was the small end table with a candle and a framed photo of who he assumed was Liam and his parents.
A thick silence fell between them. Tate didn’t fit in this stylish place with this sweet, caring man with his fragrant candle. He belonged ten minutes away in the trailer park with an ashtray full of cigarette butts on the kitchen table, a mountain of empty beer cans in the trash, and mismatched dishes.
As much as he didn’t fit here, Liam wouldn’t work in Tate’s world even more. He tried to imagine the dancer in his trailer, meeting his mother, and befriending Whitney, but the vision wouldn’t come. Liam was too good for his world.
“You’re thinking awfully hard over there,” Liam said.
He stood at the mouth of the small hallway leading to his bedroom, looking like a tasty treat in those trendy yellow shorts and the white polo that clung to his fit frame. Peeling him out of the outfit would be like opening a Christmas present he’d wanted his entire life.
But it would change things. Tate couldn’t figure out how he knew that, but he did. Sex never changed shit for him in the past, but it would this time. He could feel it in his gut.
“Anything you wanna share?”
His instinct was to keep his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself. Hell, he’d been perfecting that skill for most of his life. But Liam’s words from earlier came back to him.
I am and always will be a safe place for you.
So, instead of sealing his mouth shut, he swallowed his nerves and said, “I was thinking about how different our worlds are.”
Liam tilted his head. “Ahh, and probably talking yourself out of this thing we have going on in the process.”
“Maybe.” Why did the man have to be so damn attractive? Tate’s dick felt crushed in its denim prison.
Liam propped his hands on his trim hips. “Well, I want to come.”
Tate sucked in a breath. Jesus, he wanted that too. Fuck, he had no choice but to press the heel of his hand over his cock. The way Liam’s eyes darkened in approval as he licked his lips had Tate groaning. Damn tease.