Roarke seemed surprised he was dressed. Niall viewed
Roarke’s typical, casual clothing—jeans and a T-shirt
with sneakers on his feet. The shirt hugged his chest,
and the jeans his thighs. Roarke didn’t speak, just
held out a cup of coffee. Niall took the cup, then
placed it on the entry table.
Niall grabbed the front of Roarke’s shirt and kissed
him. Roarke went stiff, then relaxed into the kiss.
Niall swept his tongue inside his mouth, learning the
taste of Roarke, who opened wide to accommodate his
seeking. Niall explored his mouth, licking and sucking
in his taste. Niall released him from the kiss.
Roarke’s chest rose and fell as he breathed deeply.
His eyelids fluttered, and his amber eyes came into
view. They were more of a smoky colour.
“Well. Last week’s coffee didn’t get that reaction.”
Roarke chuckled.
“Coffee can get me going, but that’s not what it is,”
Niall said.
“Care to enlighten me?” Roarke put his index fingers
into the loops of his pants, rocking back on his
heels.
“After two weeks of your being underfoot, I’m actually
considering giving you a chance. Gloating will get you
nowhere,” Niall said coolly.
“Ahh…that sexy, cool tone. You know what that does to
me.” Niall could see Roarke was watching his lips.
Niall stared at Roarke’s face, filled with need, and
he moved at the same time Roarke reached for him.
Niall gripped the back of his neck, kissing him
hungrily. Roarke’s strong arms curled around him,
holding him tightly. Niall moaned into their kiss,
moving his lower half against Roarke. Roarke’s groan
vibrated into his mouth as he shifted forward,
manhandling Niall’s body. Roarke lifted him in his
arms and Niall wrapped his legs around Roarke’s hips.
Absently, Niall heard the door slam as Roarke carried
him in the direction of the living room. |
