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sounding wary.
Dillan couldn’t help it. He had to ask. “Then how do you know there actually is a police file?”
Chapter Seven
“My father showed it to me once,” Derek replied instantly. He frowned at Dillan. “I’m not an idiot,” he snapped. Sighing, Derek stared at his mug as Dillan refilled it. “It’s too early for this conversation. Can’t we just talk about the elephant?”
Dillan snorted. “You’d prefer we talk about sex as opposed to why you think you can’t have sex with me?”
“It’s better than talking about my youthful stupidity that my dad still uses to blackmail me,” Derek grumbled. He closed his eyes and inhaled the coffee’s bitter aroma. Head bowed, Derek figured a man like the one across from him—a man with his life obviously together, who’d raised a child, from the sounds of it—probably thought he was being stupid. “You probably think I’m so young and foolish.”
“Young, yes,” Dillan responded softly. “Foolish, no.”
Derek felt Dillan’s hands wrap around his own where he gripped his mug. “Handsome and sexy, hell yes.” His voice lowered even more, taking on a husky tone. “So, we remove this file from your father’s possession and see what it truly says. Then, you can decide to do whatever the hell you want without his interference. How’s that sound?”
Jerking up his head, Derek opened his eyes to find Dillan’s face inches from his own. His green eyes appeared to glitter with the intensity of his stare. Dillan was close enough that with each breath he took, Derek felt the warm puff of air against his lips.
Derek wanted to lean forward and taste those lips, that mouth. Would it taste of the coffee they were drinking? Would his lips be rougher than a woman’s? Dillan had a thin goatee...how would that feel?
Wait, what were we talking about?
“Remove the file? H-How?” Derek whispered. “How would we do that? Why would you even want to get involved in my mess?”
A smile curved Dillan’s lips. “My family has a few odd quirks of our own,” he told him. “When we meet someone we like, we want to solve all their problems and to take care of them.” He leaned forward, closing the distance just a bit.
Upon hearing Dillan’s words, Derek scowled. “I’m a man. I’m supposed to take care of my own problems.”
Dillan’s brows shot up, then down again as his eyes narrowed. “Is that something your father says, too?”
Derek opened his mouth to deny it, except... “Uh, yeah.” Damn, why hadn’t he thought of that?
“Getting help from friends does not make you any less a man, Derek,” Dillan stated firmly. “It just means you have a good support system. Friends. People who care about you.” He grinned. “Hell, to do this, I plan to ask for help from an old army buddy of mine.”
“You were in the army?” That would certainly explain this man’s fit form and confidence.
“I was,” Dillan confirmed. “I’ll tell you all about it another time. Right now—”
Dillan didn’t finish his thought. He lifted his hand from where it still rested around Derek’s own. Before Derek had a chance to miss Dillan’s touch, the older man cupped his jaw. Dillan closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Derek’s.
While Derek had wanted just that, he still gasped in surprise. He felt Dillan lap lightly at his bottom lip, playfully almost. Part of Derek, the part freaked out by finally giving in to his buried desires, wanted to pull away. The rest of him, the part desperate to feel close to someone, to soothe the loneliness he’d battle for so very long, urged him to grab Dillan and deepen the kiss.
The second voice won.
Derek lifted his left hand and mirrored Dillan’s move, cupping his jaw. Tilting his head, he opened wider and slipped his tongue out to touch against Dillan’s own. He lapped at the other man’s appendage, then thrust his own tongue into Dillan’s mouth.
Dillan’s masculine taste
Dillan couldn’t help it. He had to ask. “Then how do you know there actually is a police file?”
Chapter Seven
“My father showed it to me once,” Derek replied instantly. He frowned at Dillan. “I’m not an idiot,” he snapped. Sighing, Derek stared at his mug as Dillan refilled it. “It’s too early for this conversation. Can’t we just talk about the elephant?”
Dillan snorted. “You’d prefer we talk about sex as opposed to why you think you can’t have sex with me?”
“It’s better than talking about my youthful stupidity that my dad still uses to blackmail me,” Derek grumbled. He closed his eyes and inhaled the coffee’s bitter aroma. Head bowed, Derek figured a man like the one across from him—a man with his life obviously together, who’d raised a child, from the sounds of it—probably thought he was being stupid. “You probably think I’m so young and foolish.”
“Young, yes,” Dillan responded softly. “Foolish, no.”
Derek felt Dillan’s hands wrap around his own where he gripped his mug. “Handsome and sexy, hell yes.” His voice lowered even more, taking on a husky tone. “So, we remove this file from your father’s possession and see what it truly says. Then, you can decide to do whatever the hell you want without his interference. How’s that sound?”
Jerking up his head, Derek opened his eyes to find Dillan’s face inches from his own. His green eyes appeared to glitter with the intensity of his stare. Dillan was close enough that with each breath he took, Derek felt the warm puff of air against his lips.
Derek wanted to lean forward and taste those lips, that mouth. Would it taste of the coffee they were drinking? Would his lips be rougher than a woman’s? Dillan had a thin goatee...how would that feel?
Wait, what were we talking about?
“Remove the file? H-How?” Derek whispered. “How would we do that? Why would you even want to get involved in my mess?”
A smile curved Dillan’s lips. “My family has a few odd quirks of our own,” he told him. “When we meet someone we like, we want to solve all their problems and to take care of them.” He leaned forward, closing the distance just a bit.
Upon hearing Dillan’s words, Derek scowled. “I’m a man. I’m supposed to take care of my own problems.”
Dillan’s brows shot up, then down again as his eyes narrowed. “Is that something your father says, too?”
Derek opened his mouth to deny it, except... “Uh, yeah.” Damn, why hadn’t he thought of that?
“Getting help from friends does not make you any less a man, Derek,” Dillan stated firmly. “It just means you have a good support system. Friends. People who care about you.” He grinned. “Hell, to do this, I plan to ask for help from an old army buddy of mine.”
“You were in the army?” That would certainly explain this man’s fit form and confidence.
“I was,” Dillan confirmed. “I’ll tell you all about it another time. Right now—”
Dillan didn’t finish his thought. He lifted his hand from where it still rested around Derek’s own. Before Derek had a chance to miss Dillan’s touch, the older man cupped his jaw. Dillan closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Derek’s.
While Derek had wanted just that, he still gasped in surprise. He felt Dillan lap lightly at his bottom lip, playfully almost. Part of Derek, the part freaked out by finally giving in to his buried desires, wanted to pull away. The rest of him, the part desperate to feel close to someone, to soothe the loneliness he’d battle for so very long, urged him to grab Dillan and deepen the kiss.
The second voice won.
Derek lifted his left hand and mirrored Dillan’s move, cupping his jaw. Tilting his head, he opened wider and slipped his tongue out to touch against Dillan’s own. He lapped at the other man’s appendage, then thrust his own tongue into Dillan’s mouth.
Dillan’s masculine taste
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