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them. What if
his eagerness messed things up? God, he needed to calm down.
How was he supposed to get the Yank to loosen up a bit when
he was a bundle of nerves himself?
Before he could second guess his actions, Mac took a deep
breath and stepped up behind the sexy man, getting close enough
to be able to soak in the heat and intensity radiating from him.
They were not touching yet, but Mac felt something that could
rival an electric shock zap between them. He lowered his head
a little and breathed in. There was a hint of soap and minty
toothpaste, but no traces of cologne. That intoxicating woody
and fresh scent that had assaulted his senses the moment he got
in the sex god’s SUV was all natural man.
He let his fingers slide down from the guy’s powerful shoulder
to his hand and nuzzled his stubbly cheek and jaw, totally
fascinated by the goose bumps he seemed to be giving him. Mac
brushed his fingertips over both the Yank’s hands, the delicate
inside of his wrists where his pulse was beating at some crazy
staccato and finally scratched his palms a little with his nails.
“You’ve great hands,” Mac whispered against a perfectly
formed earlobe. “Can’t wait to feel ’em on my ass…” He nuzzled
his neck this time. “And my cock.”
six DegRees of Lust 53
Sexy Super Agent moaned and tried to get away, but Mac
stopped him by licking the side of his neck all the way up to his
earlobe. The guy froze up. He didn’t breath and he didn’t move.
Mac didn’t need to be told he’d crossed a line. He could see his
potential lover was one of those guys that didn’t go for kissing as
a precursor to sex and preferred to keep hands and mouth below
the waist. There was something about him that said “keep your
goddamn distance.” He’d just probably wanted in and off, the
sooner the better.
But Mac wanted more than that. He wanted it so much he was
willing to risk a jab to the face for a small chance to outflank at
least some of his reservations. So he lifted the sexy guy’s injured
hand to his own face and slowly captured the middle finger in
his mouth, sucking on it once, twice, without hesitation, before
pulling it out and going back to alternately licking and nibbling
his neck, earlobe, and strong jaw line, smiling when he felt the
solid weight of his Yankee’s shoulders lean against his chest, ass
against his groin. Being almost as tall as Mac, they fit together
perfectly.
“You know…”
“What?” The guy swallowed so hard Mac was able to hear
him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’…” Mac nuzzled his cheek again, getting as close to
his mouth as possible without actually kissing him. “Just that I
can’t keep referrin’ to you in my head as Sexy Super Agent, even
though it describes you so well…”
§ § § §
Sam’s own chuckle surprised the hell out of him, and he found
himself silently laughing, his head thrown back against one of
Mac’s amazing shoulders. This guy was too cute for words.
And where the fuck had that come from?
The thought sobered him up, but not as much as the feel of
Mac’s erection against his denim clad ass did, right where his
crack was. How the hell had he let his guard down enough to
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allow another man to put him in such a vulnerable position?
He was supposed to be the one behind Mac. He didn’t get held
or caressed. He was top fucking dog. So what the hell was he
thinking, letting Mac crowd him like this? Next he’d be on his
knees, ass up in the air, offering to bottom for the guy. Christ.
“So tell me, darlin’.” Mac’s husky whisper snapped him out
of his thoughts. “What’s your name?” he asked, right before
trapping his middle finger again and sucking it off in a way he
felt all the way to his cock and made his knees shake.
Sam squeezed his eyes closed and bit the inside of his cheek
with brutal force until he was sure no embarrassing needy groans
would escape him.
his eagerness messed things up? God, he needed to calm down.
How was he supposed to get the Yank to loosen up a bit when
he was a bundle of nerves himself?
Before he could second guess his actions, Mac took a deep
breath and stepped up behind the sexy man, getting close enough
to be able to soak in the heat and intensity radiating from him.
They were not touching yet, but Mac felt something that could
rival an electric shock zap between them. He lowered his head
a little and breathed in. There was a hint of soap and minty
toothpaste, but no traces of cologne. That intoxicating woody
and fresh scent that had assaulted his senses the moment he got
in the sex god’s SUV was all natural man.
He let his fingers slide down from the guy’s powerful shoulder
to his hand and nuzzled his stubbly cheek and jaw, totally
fascinated by the goose bumps he seemed to be giving him. Mac
brushed his fingertips over both the Yank’s hands, the delicate
inside of his wrists where his pulse was beating at some crazy
staccato and finally scratched his palms a little with his nails.
“You’ve great hands,” Mac whispered against a perfectly
formed earlobe. “Can’t wait to feel ’em on my ass…” He nuzzled
his neck this time. “And my cock.”
six DegRees of Lust 53
Sexy Super Agent moaned and tried to get away, but Mac
stopped him by licking the side of his neck all the way up to his
earlobe. The guy froze up. He didn’t breath and he didn’t move.
Mac didn’t need to be told he’d crossed a line. He could see his
potential lover was one of those guys that didn’t go for kissing as
a precursor to sex and preferred to keep hands and mouth below
the waist. There was something about him that said “keep your
goddamn distance.” He’d just probably wanted in and off, the
sooner the better.
But Mac wanted more than that. He wanted it so much he was
willing to risk a jab to the face for a small chance to outflank at
least some of his reservations. So he lifted the sexy guy’s injured
hand to his own face and slowly captured the middle finger in
his mouth, sucking on it once, twice, without hesitation, before
pulling it out and going back to alternately licking and nibbling
his neck, earlobe, and strong jaw line, smiling when he felt the
solid weight of his Yankee’s shoulders lean against his chest, ass
against his groin. Being almost as tall as Mac, they fit together
perfectly.
“You know…”
“What?” The guy swallowed so hard Mac was able to hear
him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’…” Mac nuzzled his cheek again, getting as close to
his mouth as possible without actually kissing him. “Just that I
can’t keep referrin’ to you in my head as Sexy Super Agent, even
though it describes you so well…”
§ § § §
Sam’s own chuckle surprised the hell out of him, and he found
himself silently laughing, his head thrown back against one of
Mac’s amazing shoulders. This guy was too cute for words.
And where the fuck had that come from?
The thought sobered him up, but not as much as the feel of
Mac’s erection against his denim clad ass did, right where his
crack was. How the hell had he let his guard down enough to
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allow another man to put him in such a vulnerable position?
He was supposed to be the one behind Mac. He didn’t get held
or caressed. He was top fucking dog. So what the hell was he
thinking, letting Mac crowd him like this? Next he’d be on his
knees, ass up in the air, offering to bottom for the guy. Christ.
“So tell me, darlin’.” Mac’s husky whisper snapped him out
of his thoughts. “What’s your name?” he asked, right before
trapping his middle finger again and sucking it off in a way he
felt all the way to his cock and made his knees shake.
Sam squeezed his eyes closed and bit the inside of his cheek
with brutal force until he was sure no embarrassing needy groans
would escape him.
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