need the wi-fi password, I’ll send you a picture of the back of the router. Otherwise, there’s no way I can remember that long jumble of numbers and letters. Do you need anything else?”
Roman’s hazel gaze never wavered from Brett, making the timorous shake in his stomach even worse. Brett fought the urge to shift from foot to foot and rattle on like a nitwit beneath Roman’s intense stare. Roman draped his garment bag across the chair by the door before parking his suitcase beside it. He crossed the room. Brett took a step back. As Roman got closer, he took another. The backs of his legs hit the bed, stopping him from getting away. A wicked glint entered Roman’s eyes.
“I’m claiming my second kiss.”
That was all the warning Brett got before he found himself on his back with Roman’s huge body hovering over him. Roman was merciless. His kiss... expert. In fact, Brett had never experienced anything like it. Roman’s tongue curled, licking and teasing. He made love to Brett with only a kiss. Brett’s entire body burned. His cock strained for the same attention Roman gave his tongue. Roman licked and nipped. Sucked. Brett lost all sense of reason. Time passed with no end in sight. Brett wondered if he would come in his jeans. He had never been so thoroughly seduced. Brett questioned if he should shove Roman away before things went too far. He didn’t have the strength. Brett had kissed a lot of men over the years. There was no comparison.
Brett grasped for some semblance of control. “You only asked for a kiss. No touching,” Brett said between kisses. He sounded every bit as turned on as he felt. There was no hiding his desire.
“I’m not touching you.”
Brett glanced down the line of his body. Roman kept his weight balanced on his hands and knees. No part of him touched Brett but his lips. That was odd. Brett would have sworn Roman’s body moved against his. “Oh.”
Roman reclaimed his mouth. This time, Brett did more than accept his fate. He embraced it. Maybe Roman’s kiss proved what Brett had always believed. Roman had a skill only kissing a thousand men could achieve, but Brett had known that going in. When he invited Roman this weekend, Brett had known he wouldn’t be special. Damned if Roman’s kiss didn’t trick his mind. He felt exceptional. Brett felt desired, like no one else had ever managed. He wanted Roman. Brett had always thought Roman was extremely sexy. Even after cutting off the long hair Brett loved so damn much, Brett still thought Roman was the most gorgeous man he had ever set eyes on. With that said, he had never had any intention of touching the man in any way. Now, he couldn’t stop. All Roman had to do was make a move and Brett would cave. He was at peace with that decision.
Roman’s kiss turned sweet. He lightly swept his lips across Brett’s, making Brett’s heart squeeze. “So sweet,” Roman whispered, making it a little harder for Brett to breathe. “You make me want to stay right here forever. Thank you for not pushing me away.” Roman brushed noses with Brett before pushing to his feet. There was no missing the bulge in Roman’s jeans, but he obviously didn’t intend to act on things. “Just let me cool down and we’ll go.”
Brett couldn’t find his voice to respond. He blinked at the ceiling, trying to breathe through the lust. The unquenched desire wasn’t the worst part, even though that was awful. As always, the truth was Brett’s worst enemy. He liked Roman. Brett hadn’t wanted that. Nothing good could come of longing for Roman. Not his time and not his touch. Even if Roman didn’t live nine hundred miles away, Roman wasn’t the type to settle down. Brett didn’t have the time or mental spoons for anyone anyhow. He didn’t want to take away from his work—the one thing that kept him sane—to invest in someone else who would never love him. People never loved Brett. He was the guy people passed the time with while they waited to find the one. Brett was never the one. That was a kick to the teeth. Brett didn’t want to feel that way with Roman. Roman had too many irresistible qualities. He was fun and funny. Roman always smiled and joked. Flirted. He tempted and teased people into happiness. Roman wasn’t meant for someone like Brett. Brett was too