Teddy Spenser Isn't Looking for Love - Kim Fielding Page 0,62

that part wasn’t sexy. Maybe there was an erotic way to remove laced footwear, but if so, he wasn’t versed in it. Once he was rid of them, he stood a few feet from the bed and slowly slid his hand down his chest and belly. And then, eyes never leaving Romeo’s face, he unbuttoned his trousers.

Romeo licked his lips and palmed his own bulge through the fabric of his jeans. A flash of envy shot through Teddy, but then he realized he could play that game too. So he massaged his aching dick with one hand and teased a nipple with the other.

“You’re good at this too,” said Romeo.

“I’m a man of many talents.”

Teddy continued to play with himself for a few minutes, which felt nice enough. The best part, though, was seeing how every tiny movement he made brought a spark to Romeo’s eyes or a subtle shifting of his expression and posture. It was funny that Teddy had once thought him closed off, when now Romeo sprawled before him open and wanting.

When Teddy unzipped his pants, the metallic sound was like a punctuation between his heavy breaths. The trousers dropped to the floor, puddling at Teddy’s feet. Stepping out of them might have been simple enough under ordinary circumstances, but with his sore ankle, he was afraid he might fall. Landing flat on his face would not be alluring. He tried a slightly complicated maneuver instead, twisting around to use a nearby chair as support but sending a coy glance over his shoulder and waggling his ass, as if showing off his butt had been his primary intention.

The slight charade paid off when Romeo groaned. “I’m having regrets about slowing down.”

Cackling evilly, Teddy rid himself of the trousers and gave his hips a few undulations.

He was wearing navy-blue Hanes briefs. Underwear was one item he couldn’t buy at thrift shops, and throwing away twenty-five or thirty bucks for little scraps of fabric and elastic had felt wasteful, especially when nobody else was going to see them anyway. Now Romeo was seeing the Hanes, but if disappointed, he certainly didn’t show it.

When Teddy turned back around, he saw that Romeo had unfastened his jeans and stuck his hand inside, stroking himself as he watched Teddy. Strictly speaking, that might have been cheating. But since Romeo jacking himself to Teddy’s little show was incredibly, meltingly erotic, Teddy wouldn’t complain.

He was, however, eager to get his own hands on Romeo.

One sock came off easily, and he threw it aside. The other, however, was wrapped in his brace. He bent to remove it, but Romeo stopped him with a noise. “Keep the brace on if you want.”

“It looks dorky.”

“It looks like it’s keeping you from hurting, which is what’s important.”

Oh God. That was it—that was the exact moment when Teddy realized he was falling hard and fast, and at the end he was going to suffer worse than a hurt ankle.

Because even now, when the air was so sexually charged it crackled, Romeo was more interested in how Teddy felt than whether he looked perfect.

No, no, no. A serious thing with Romeo was not in the stars, and Teddy needed to get that message into his brain—into his heart—pronto.

“You really don’t care whether a scene is Instagrammable, do you?” Teddy said it because if he didn’t say something, he was going to cry. And that would ruin the mood.

Corners of his lips raised, Romeo shook his head. “I don’t have an Instagram account. I’m not a fan of social media. Anyway, I don’t want to take photos right now—I just want you.”

Shit. Yeah. That head-full-of-helium and heart-three-sizes-too-big feeling? That felt great even as Teddy tried and failed to fight it. Warmth filled him, along with the conviction that he could never have too much of Romeo’s sweet, intelligent, wonderfully nerdy company.

You only get him until you leave Seattle, remember? Fine. Fine. But that meant Teddy did have him, at least for a little longer.

So why was Teddy way over here when Romeo was over there?

Giddier than the time he scored a flawless vintage Aquascutum trench coat for fifteen dollars, Teddy yanked off his briefs and launched himself onto Romeo. “I want you too,” Teddy said between kisses. “Desperately.” He didn’t add the important words—and forever—because that was impossible.

Well, for now he had Romeo, and that was a delight.

Romeo had his hands, those lovely hands, all over Teddy. Caressing, squeezing, exploring. Teddy, however, concentrated on what he could do to Romeo with