to grow, gardens to be put in, and probably, depending on where the house sat, a swimming pool or jungle gym in the backyard. The house whose driveway he turned into was a warm butter yellow with two front doors. The lights were all off on the right side, but he could see one light on the left side.
Switching off the engine, he got out and looked around. Which door led to Jordan’s apartment? He didn’t want to be seen checking out the front doors in case any of the neighbors who might still be awake thought he was a burglar and called the cops. Which door was Jordan’s?
The door on the left of the house opened and a light appeared above it. Jordan stepped out, his hands in the pockets of the sweats he had changed into. Bennett’s heart skipped a beat. The man looked sexy as fuck, despite the change in attire.
“I’m in here.”
Jordan’s voice was quiet as he turned and walked back into the house. Bennett hurried to catch up with him. The front door, when he got to it, was all heavy wood with an oval leaded glass pane in the middle. It was a deep blue door that opened into a long hallway to the back of the house. Jordan waited until he had passed him before closing it, then led the way to the back where a surprisingly large kitchen was located.
“I made coffee,” he said. “I figured you wouldn’t want another beer.”
“Thanks.”
Bennett’s face felt as stiff as his posture, and he wasn’t sure he could smile if he tried. He took one of the stools at the breakfast bar and tried to relax his spine. Jordan fiddled with the French press and poured coffee into two large black mugs. Pushing one toward Bennett, he said,
“Help yourself.”
He indicated the lazy susan on the counter which had packets of sugar and mini containers of coffee creamer. He placed a teaspoon on a napkin and pushed that toward Bennett as well. Bennett noticed that aside from cream, Jordan added nothing to his coffee. Not knowing how to get the conversation going again, he chose to doctor his drink with cream and sugar and sip it, waiting. He had opened the door last time. It was Jordan’s turn.
Jordan watched him, his cheeks flushed, his eyes bright with some emotion Bennett was too wired to be able to read. He took another heartening sip of his coffee and quirked a brow at Jordan. How much longer was he going to wait before he started talking?
Jordan put his mug down and came around to where Bennett sat, his gaze hot and full of intent.
“You fuck with my focus,” he gritted out, “and make me lose my cool.”
Setting his own mug aside, he swiveled the stool so he could face Jordan and smirked, loving the energy that had suddenly been unleashed in the room.
“You’re not cool with that?” he sassed him.
Jordan pounced, grabbing him at the back of his head and guiding Bennett’s mouth to his, breathing out a final command before their lips met.
“Shut up!”
Chapter Nine
Holy shit!
The taste of Bennett Kincaid was something Jordan could see himself becoming addicted to. The flavors of coffee and beer and Bennett combined to make his head spin when he opened his mouth to accept Jordan’s tongue. This must be what a hit to the veins is like for a junkie. Damn!
Jordan swept into his mouth, exploring and learning, seducing and engaging him as he kissed him. He pulled Bennett closer, wrapping his arms around him and sinking into the bliss of their kiss. His thoughts scattered like ashes in the wind, everything disappearing except for the places where he touched Bennett, except for his mouth and his breath. Fuck! This was almost a spiritual experience, this carnal meeting of tongues and teeth that made him float and fly.
“Jesus, Jordan!”
The first words from Bennett’s lips when he ripped them away from Jordan’s made him laugh out loud. His body was as taut as a bow string, his skin tight and burning, his breathing shallow, but there was nothing that he would change about the minute it took to kiss Bennett Kincaid speechless.
“I’m Jordan,” he whispered against the lips he wanted to devour again and again. “Jesus isn’t here.”
Bennett huffed and nipped his bottom lip, making Jordan’s cock jerk in the loose sweats he’d changed into.
“You’re not funny!” Bennett snapped, then nipped him again, harder, making Jordan groan.
He couldn’t help it. He knew they