distance. He was totally screwed. Roman knew him. It was entirely possible this man would be his ruin.
Roman freely admitted he moved a lot slower than necessary while pulling on his clothes. He made a show of flexing as he tugged his clothes in place. Brett openly watched. He made Roman proud. Roman had always suspected Brett would be like fire in his bed. Lots of people claimed to be kinky, but few truly knew the meaning. Brett would play. Goddamn. Roman had never wanted anyone as badly.
It hurt tucking his erection away and pretending his lust didn’t matter. Right now wasn’t the time, though. Roman still hadn’t proven his worthiness. Occasionally, Brett still looked at him like he stripped for a living. He did, but Roman needed Brett to see him as more than a toy before they slept together. Otherwise, he would never be more than someone to use and throw away in Brett’s eyes.
“Let’s see you in action,” Roman said as he crossed the room fully dressed. “Set that baby in motion and show me what you can do.”
A bright smile lit Brett’s face, doing nothing to squelch the flush of desire still tinting his cheeks. “Probably not as much as I’d like but definitely more than yesterday. You’ll probably still have to help me down the garage steps and into the car, but otherwise, I’m good to hit The Back Porch, if you are.”
“Let’s go.” Wrecker would be on his honeymoon by now, so Roman was all in. Now that he knew Brett had been with Wrecker, he didn’t feel quite as keen to ever see the guy again. Brett happily set his scooter in motion. He looked adorable—like a happy kid, rolling his way down the hall. When they reached the garage stairs, Roman easily plucked Brett from his feet and set him at the bottom of the three steps and handed down his scooter before closing the door behind them. He headed for the Range Rover again, since he knew it would be the easiest for him to help Brett maneuver in and out.
As he lifted Brett into the passenger seat of the SUV, Brett shocked the hell out of him by kissing him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Roman’s, as if testing the waters. When Roman leaned into the kiss, Brett opened his mouth over Roman’s bottom lip. Roman tried to protect Brett’s foot, but he lost himself. He dragged Brett closer while pushing his thighs apart to make room for him to get as close as possible. Brett pulled his hair and bit his bottom lip. Things turned into an inferno so fast that Roman threw out every plan he had to slowly seduce Brett. Before Roman could start tearing off clothes, Brett’s kiss slowed and softened. He went from being a wildcat to tender in an instant. Roman wasn’t any less seduced. In fact, he wanted even more than before. Brett’s body wasn’t enough. Roman craved his soul. He knew himself well enough to know he wouldn’t stop until he had it.
“You’re still sexy, but I miss the long hair.” Brett sounded every bit as turned on as Roman felt.
“I’ll grow it back out for you.”
Brett chuckled. The sound was soft and sexy against his lips as Brett swiped another sweet kiss across Roman’s mouth. Too late, Roman realized he sounded like he intended to stay. He wasn’t sure yet if that was the case. First, he needed to win Brett’s heart. That might not be as easy as he would like. Brett could have anyone. He had no reason to settle on Roman. Roman would have to give him a few. That might be harder than he liked, since he didn’t have much time left. He couldn’t stay in L.A. forever. Roman had a job to get back to, but he would give this his all in the little time they had left. He couldn’t give up now.
Brett spent the ride to The Back Porch trying to fight the overwhelming desire to climb Roman like a tree and fuck him. Hurt foot and all. He couldn’t recall a time he had been this horny without relief. By the time they reached the coffeehouse, he thought he might survive. Until Roman helped him from the car again, that is. Roman smelled too good. His skin felt too warm. He was too close. Brett couldn’t deny the sexual attraction.
“Stop looking at me like that. You’re too much of a