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good.
God, I need sleep, he mumbled as a fresh wave of fatigue washed through him,
and he scrubbed a hand over his face.
He eyed Lucas s bag again. His hand twitched. He took a deep breath and stood
up. Evan was one step from the bed, from digging through Lucas s belongings, when
the bathroom door opened. A short squeak escaped his mouth at having been almost
caught red-handed. He jumped and stumbled back onto his own bed.
Lucas stepped out in a cloud of citrus-scented steam, rubbing his head with a
towel. Sorry. Didn t mean to startle you, he said, a trace of amusement in his smooth
voice.
Evan just shook his head, his face once again on fire, and started shoving his
belongings back into his backpack.
Lose something else? Lucas asked as he passed by and replaced the strange-
looking toiletries case in his bag and then dug out a change of clothes.
Nothing in the man s voice gave any indication that he knew Evan was missing
something or that he knew what and where that something was. Nothing at all
nefarious, and Evan suddenly felt guilty for doubting that Lucas was anything other
than honest.
Just forgot my charger, I guess. He added, Or lost it.
I m sorry I doubted you.
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He called Maddy on the motel phone, afraid to suck up what juice was left on his
cell. She didn t see his charger in any of the usual places at home. Then he showered
and changed into sleep shorts and a ratty black-and-gold UC-Boulder T-shirt. Evan had
forgotten about the missing charger and the niggling doubts about Lucas, but he
couldn t forget about the growing desire gnawing away at his insides.
The man who had him pulled ten ways from Sunday lay stretched out on the bed
nearest the door, propped up on a pillow against the headboard, and clad in nothing
more than a pair of boxers. He turned off the TV when Evan entered the room.
Anything interesting? Evan asked.
Lucas shook his head and looked at Evan. He had that hard, calculated look in his
eyes again. The one that made Evan feel like he was being measured and judged or
needed to sit down and write a confession. Jeez, who knew he d find himself so drawn
to such an unpredictable man?
And then that gaze shifted to mischievous and then to something darker, heated.
The muscles in Evan s lower abdomen clenched involuntarily, and images of the
previous night s kiss filled his mind. He cleared his throat, turned away, and moved to
his bed to pull the covers and sheets back, needing to distract himself. He wanted
nothing more than to pounce on Lucas where he lay, feel all that golden skin against
his, but that just wasn t him. Not to mention, anything he started with Lucas would
never be more than a hookup, and that would never be enough.
He teased, I hope you don t snore like a steam train or talk in your sleep.
Nope, Lucas said, and after a short pause added, I might sing like a semi
though.
Evan chuckled. That makes no sense.
Do you sing, Evan? Breath hitched in Evan s throat as the whispered question
rode hot, moist breath that gently ruffled his damp hair and the back of his neck. He
hadn t even heard Lucas move, and now he could feel that beautiful body right behind
his. Lucas s erection pressed lightly against his ass. Do you?
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Evan shuddered in answer, and Lucas slid his arms around Evan s waist, pulling
him back so their bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly. One hand fanned over
Evan s sternum and the other below his navel. Heat spread from the contact points and
warmed his skin from head to toe.
I ll sing for you. I ll sing anything for you.
After a silent moment that vibrated the air around them, Lucas tentatively nuzzled
Evan s ear. Evan couldn t have stopped the moan that escaped his throat if his life
depended on it, and he dropped his head back onto Lucas s shoulder. Lucas dipped his
tongue inside the shell. Evan gasped as a tremor of pleasure racked his frame.
Damn, you make me hot, Lucas whispered in his ear and then turned Evan in
his arms and lightly nipped along the column of Evan s neck. Shivers raced a chaotic
track over the surface of his skin, and he tilted his head to the side, baring his
vulnerable throat to Lucas. A hot, wet tongue traced up his jugular, over his jaw, and
then teeth gently bit and held on to his lower lip.
Evan opened his eyes, and their gazes locked briefly. Then that beautiful mouth
took his in a gentle, languid slide of firm satin-wrapped flesh. A hand cradled the back
of Evan s head, and Evan slid his hands up solid arms, over thick shoulders to cup
Lucas s face. He slanted his head, and the kiss deepened.
For a brief second Evan questioned his actions, what they were doing, but Lucas s
tongue slipped inside and caressed his own, and all rules fled. Lust and need took over
and commanded with a single-minded objective Evan had no will to fight. Somewhere
in the back of his mind, he knew he should, but at the moment, he couldn t quite
remember why. And he didn t want to. All he wanted was Lucas. All of him. He gave
himself up to the kiss, gave himself up to Lucas, and eagerly hopped into the chariot for
the ride to Heaven.
He tangled his fingers in the silky strands of sun-streaked hair and rocked his hips
into Lucas, and the kiss continued in that deep but slow, exploratory pace. Good Lord,
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the man knew how to kiss, and for the second time in his life, Evan never wanted it to
end. They never even had to undress, just kiss and kiss and kiss.
Hands slid under his T-shirt and splayed out on the bare skin of his back. They
burned his skin as they explored in the same sensual way Lucas s mouth and tongue
did. Lucas worked his way around Evan s rib cage, and with those heated palms flat
against Evan s chest, Lucas slowly inched upward, pushing the material that separated
them to Evan s collarbone, to his shoulders. Evan had to drop his hands from Lucas s
hair and face so he could slip his arms out of the sleeves. The second his limbs were
free, he latched them back on to Lucas and stood there lost in the beautiful mysterious
man, lip-locked and wearing a cotton necklace.
Lucas groaned in displeasure, and as if they mentally counted to three, they broke
the kiss in one quick snap. Lucas ripped the shirt over Evan s head and, before it hit the
floor, reclaimed Evan s mouth.
It seemed to Evan that hands were everywhere: on his back, gripping his ass,
cupping his face, twining in his hair. And then the kiss ratcheted up a notch as desire
escalated to a frantic, desperate need. Teeth bumped, and day-old stubble scraped over
Evan s chin like fine sandpaper. He pressed harder into Lucas, reveled in the feel of
Lucas s hot, slick skin against his own.
Lucas broke the intense kiss, placed a hand in the center of Evan s chest, and
pushed him to the bed. I ve wanted you from the second I saw you at the gas station.
His voice was gruff, low, and the sexiest thing Evan had ever heard.
Same here, Evan said.
Even though I have a twisted sense of humor? Lucas asked as he slipped his
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