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Authors: Susan Mac Nicol
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chocolate-skinned young man and I just knew it was you when I saw you at the funeral. You really made him feel special and he was very fond of you in his own way.” He sighed and his thumb continued stroking Taylor’s hand.
Taylor was holding his breath because having Draven doing that unconscious caressing was causing him to have one very extreme reaction in his trousers, not to mention the constriction in his chest that made breathing difficult. His mouth was dry, his skin warm and prickling with heat and Taylor wondered why the hell he was feeling this way toward a man he’d only met a few times.
“Drew would never have left his wife. And he said the times he spent with you made him feel whole. So whatever you’re thinking of yourself, slutty certainly isn’t a word I’d use.” Draven grinned. “And he was right anyway. You are beautiful.” His brow furrowed. “I know I’ve expressed some opinions about you in the past, and I still feel the same way to a point. I can’t believe in things I can’t see, and anyone that makes a living out of these so-called feelings and crap…well, it’s just difficult to get to grips with.”
Taylor pulled his hand away. He was still in shock at Draven calling him ‘beautiful.’ The warm glow that suffused his body from head to toe at that comment was still heating him up. “I don’t make a living out of anything I’ve done,” he said curtly. “I do it because they need me, not because they pay me.” He laughed sharply. “Believe me, if I did I wouldn’t be working in a music store nine hours a day, six days a week, and eating ramen noodles and tomato soup.”
Jim arrived with the drinks and they fell silent as he busied himself with fussing over getting a coaster for Draven while he simply placed Taylor’s drink on the tablecloth. With a smile and a promise, the young waiter disappeared.
“He is so hot for you,” Taylor grumbled. “Doesn’t he realise we’re here together?”
Draven raised a sardonic eyebrow. “Oh? Are we ‘together’ then?” His lips quirked and he raised his whisky to them and Taylor watched as those full, pink lips wrapped themselves on the rim of the glass as he drunk. He swallowed.
“Well, we are here having dinner, so I guess that counts as being together. Don’t get too full of yourself. This isn’t a date; I just wanted to buy the man I hit a drink.”
Draven nodded, his eyes sparkling. He acknowledged the comment with a tilt of his head. “Of course. Not a date.”
Taylor bit back a rude retort as Jim appeared once again to take their meal orders. Taylor was surprised that the waiter didn’t feel the waves of dislike emanating from him. Jim managed to brush Draven’s shoulder with his hand every time he moved, leaned in to listen to Draven place his order like a man about to deliver a passionate kiss and finally bestowed a dazzling smile on him as he helped Draven tuck his napkin on his lap. Taylor’s eyes narrowed.
Oh really? You needed to go there? God, I need a smoke. He glanced longingly at the pack on the table next to his lighter.
As Jim flounced off, Taylor glared at the table, wishing it would burst into flames and follow the young waiter like a table tornado, reducing him to a pile of ashes.
“Fuck. That is one mean look you are giving this table,” Draven laughed. “I’m glad it’s not directed at me. I’d be worried.” He reached out and slowly traced his thumb across Taylor’s bottom lip, his eyes dark and sultry. “There’s only one man I want to kiss here. And it isn’t Jimmy over there. And to be honest, kissing isn’t the only thing I want to do to you.”
The heated look in his eyes melted Taylor’s reservations about anything this man might want to do to him or with him. He knew Draven wasn’t very accepting of what he did but he seemed to be willing to listen at least. And at the moment, Taylor couldn’t care less. He hadn’t been laid in a while, the man was mesmerising, and
Taylor was holding his breath because having Draven doing that unconscious caressing was causing him to have one very extreme reaction in his trousers, not to mention the constriction in his chest that made breathing difficult. His mouth was dry, his skin warm and prickling with heat and Taylor wondered why the hell he was feeling this way toward a man he’d only met a few times.
“Drew would never have left his wife. And he said the times he spent with you made him feel whole. So whatever you’re thinking of yourself, slutty certainly isn’t a word I’d use.” Draven grinned. “And he was right anyway. You are beautiful.” His brow furrowed. “I know I’ve expressed some opinions about you in the past, and I still feel the same way to a point. I can’t believe in things I can’t see, and anyone that makes a living out of these so-called feelings and crap…well, it’s just difficult to get to grips with.”
Taylor pulled his hand away. He was still in shock at Draven calling him ‘beautiful.’ The warm glow that suffused his body from head to toe at that comment was still heating him up. “I don’t make a living out of anything I’ve done,” he said curtly. “I do it because they need me, not because they pay me.” He laughed sharply. “Believe me, if I did I wouldn’t be working in a music store nine hours a day, six days a week, and eating ramen noodles and tomato soup.”
Jim arrived with the drinks and they fell silent as he busied himself with fussing over getting a coaster for Draven while he simply placed Taylor’s drink on the tablecloth. With a smile and a promise, the young waiter disappeared.
“He is so hot for you,” Taylor grumbled. “Doesn’t he realise we’re here together?”
Draven raised a sardonic eyebrow. “Oh? Are we ‘together’ then?” His lips quirked and he raised his whisky to them and Taylor watched as those full, pink lips wrapped themselves on the rim of the glass as he drunk. He swallowed.
“Well, we are here having dinner, so I guess that counts as being together. Don’t get too full of yourself. This isn’t a date; I just wanted to buy the man I hit a drink.”
Draven nodded, his eyes sparkling. He acknowledged the comment with a tilt of his head. “Of course. Not a date.”
Taylor bit back a rude retort as Jim appeared once again to take their meal orders. Taylor was surprised that the waiter didn’t feel the waves of dislike emanating from him. Jim managed to brush Draven’s shoulder with his hand every time he moved, leaned in to listen to Draven place his order like a man about to deliver a passionate kiss and finally bestowed a dazzling smile on him as he helped Draven tuck his napkin on his lap. Taylor’s eyes narrowed.
Oh really? You needed to go there? God, I need a smoke. He glanced longingly at the pack on the table next to his lighter.
As Jim flounced off, Taylor glared at the table, wishing it would burst into flames and follow the young waiter like a table tornado, reducing him to a pile of ashes.
“Fuck. That is one mean look you are giving this table,” Draven laughed. “I’m glad it’s not directed at me. I’d be worried.” He reached out and slowly traced his thumb across Taylor’s bottom lip, his eyes dark and sultry. “There’s only one man I want to kiss here. And it isn’t Jimmy over there. And to be honest, kissing isn’t the only thing I want to do to you.”
The heated look in his eyes melted Taylor’s reservations about anything this man might want to do to him or with him. He knew Draven wasn’t very accepting of what he did but he seemed to be willing to listen at least. And at the moment, Taylor couldn’t care less. He hadn’t been laid in a while, the man was mesmerising, and
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