Mace stopped by the stove
and breathed in and out. Gabe looked so good. Mace’s
hand shook as he reached out and turned off the oven
then checked the burners of the stove.
having lunch, watching the race and relaxing, he
“Mace… Are you okay?”
Gabe asked, touching his back.
The touch coupled with
Gabe’s voice made him shudder. Mace turned and smiled.
“Yes.” He grabbed the
front of Gabe’s T-shirt and pulled him down to him.
Mace kissed him working his mouth to open Gabe’s and
Gabe stiffened. Mace stroked his tongue into Gabe’s
mouth. Lost in his taste, it took Mace a few moments
to realise that he wasn’t returning his kiss. Mace
withdrew and stepped back. Gabe stopped him, sliding
his hands around his waist.
“I didn’t me—”
“You better damn well
had meant to,” Gabe growled.
“But… You didn’t
return it. You don’t want me.” Mace was humiliated.
“Wrong. I want you all
right, but I want to know what changed between now and
a few days ago.”
Mace didn’t know what
to say. He watched Gabe’s brown eyes and realised now
it was desire, which was all focused on him. It’d been
so long since anyone had looked at him with that
look—he’d forgotten how it felt when it was intently
directed at him.
“Actually, it changed
a few minutes ago.”
“Minutes? You’re not
ready for this.” Gabe went to release him.
Mace held his arms
against his waist, holding Gabe in place. “No. I
admitted it a few minutes ago, but my subconscious
already knew. I want you, Gabriel Simmons. From that
first moment when I saw you at the bus stop but
thought you weren’t the man I had come to find.” Mace
grinned playfully. “I actually was attracted to the
other man and dismissed you.”
“Do you really think
telling the man you want to get into bed that you
wanted someone else is a good way to go to convince
him?” Gabe returned his grin.
“Maybe not for most
men. But you’re confident enough to not mind.” Mace
studied him. “I was attracted to him, but I was drawn
to you.” He bit his lip. “You made…make me uneasy, but
I’m drawn to you, Gabriel.”
“You keep calling me
by my full name but I prefer for you call me Gabe.”
Gabe lowered his lids then smiled a predatory grin.
“Actually, I want you to scream it until you are
Mace’s breath caught.
Gabe shifted his hold and lifted him up.
Mace grabbed his neck
and moaned. “I called you by your full name so you
could tell I was serious.”
“Okay.” Gabe turned
and strode down the hall.
“Straight back and to
the right.” Mace held onto the back of his neck as he
carried him. “Rhett, I do declare you are strong.”
“You and Susan both
said something similar. She mentioned Scarlett and now
you, Rhett. What is with that?” Gabe glanced at him.
“Gone With The Wind
is her favourite movie.” Mace squeezed the back of
Gabe’s neck. “We’ll talk about that another time.
Talking about my mum at this moment is…”
“Weird. I agree.” Gabe
turned into the open door of his room. “Let’s think of
He lowered Mace to the
carpet, setting him on his feet. Gabe slid his hands
on either side of Mace’s face. The calloused palms
against his skin made him shiver. The intensity of his
gaze made Mace’s breath stall.
“This is what I wanted
to do when I first saw you.”
Gabe kissed him,
pushing his tongue in between his lips, taking and not
asking for entrance into his mouth. Mace groaned,
opening wider and holding on as his legs went weak.
Gabe lowered one hand, cupping his ass as he
devastated him with his kiss.
His look attracts me,
his voice makes me want to drag him off to the closest
bed, his random touches made me ache, but oh Lord, his
kiss makes me weak with need. What the hell will I do
when we finally fuck?