Ethan (Alluring Indulgence #5)(31)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Ethan felt the moment the energy in the truck morphed into something combustible. He had answered Beau’s questions, maybe not in depth, but he had to give himself a pat on the back for at least answering.

But now, from what Ethan sensed in the air between them, Beau was tired of talking. Finally. He knew it wouldn’t take long for Beau to come around. Sex was something Ethan understood. Even if he didn’t want to get involved with Beau on the level he knew Beau was looking for, he didn’t have it in him to deny the intense attraction between them.

When Beau moved, setting the last three bottles in the six pack onto the floor and lifting the center console up so that there was adequate space between them, Ethan’s stomach took a dive. His anxiety level had skyrocketed in recent seconds, rapidly increasing with every breath he took.

Beau didn’t waste any time, moving closer as they stared at one another. “See, this,” Ethan said, gesturing between them, “this I can handle.”

“We’ll see about that,” Beau said daringly, his brusque remark making Ethan’s body temperature spike.

Before he could disagree, or come to his senses, Beau was leaning closer, his lips hovering just millimeters from his. God, he smelled delicious. Spicy, rich, sexy.

“Fucking hell,” Beau muttered and then their mouths were on one another, Ethan’s hands coming up to grip his head, hold him closer.

Their tongues dueled, and the memory of Christmas when Beau had kissed him flooded his mind and his body. He wanted this man. He wanted him with everything in him, consequences be damned.

Fuck.

Pulling Beau closer, Ethan slid his fingers into the soft, silky hair at his nape, his body warring with sensation after sensation. The warmth of Beau’s mouth, the insistence of his tongue, the sweet sound of his labored breaths. The man was sex personified, and Ethan was starved for him.

“You taste good,” Beau mumbled, his lips pulling back slightly, but not far enough that Ethan had to let go of him.

“No more talking,” Ethan said, pulling him in until their lips were locked and their tongues danced against one another.

It was just too damned bad they were confined in the small truck cab. Considering their heights, it wasn’t physically possible for them to get any closer than they were, but Ethan wished they were skin to skin. Sliding one hand down Beau’s shoulder, then over his chest, he tugged his t-shirt out from his jeans until he could touch his bare skin.

The second his fingers made contact with the taut, fiery flesh, Beau’s breath hitched in his chest. God, Ethan wanted to run his mouth over him, to taste his skin, outline the angles of his muscles with his tongue.

Beau groaned, and Ethan grinned.

“Think about what it would be like if I had you naked,” Ethan mumbled against Beau’s mouth.

“I’m not sure I’d survive it.”

And wasn’t that the damned truth.

Gripping Beau’s head more firmly, Ethan deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth, searching, seeking, devouring. His kiss was like a drug, instantly giving him a high unlike anything he had known before.

And to think, Beau hadn’t even touched him yet.

Running his hand around to Beau’s back, he flattened his palm over smooth, warm skin, up and down, back and forth, unable to get enough of touching him. The way his muscles flexed and bunched beneath his fingers was so fucking hot.

Ethan just wanted to be laid out beneath him, to have Beau’s glorious weight hovering above him, skin to skin, chest to chest. He wanted to tangle his legs with Beau’s and hold him to him.

But none of that could happen where they were, and they both knew it. Unfortunately, it appeared Beau had more self-control than Ethan did because his hands weren’t reaching for him.

“Touch me,” Ethan pleaded, not giving a shit if he had reached the point of begging.

“I can’t,” Beau whispered, pulling back slightly.

Ethan’s hands stilled as he stared back at Beau. What the fuck did he mean he couldn’t?

“If I touch you, I won’t be able to stop,” Beau explained, obviously aware of Ethan’s immediate moment of panic. “And when I get my hands on you for the first time, I don’t plan to rush things.”

He wanted to argue, to tell Beau that there wouldn’t be another opportunity, but he knew as well as Beau that that would be a lie. There would be another time. He couldn’t resist Beau, even though every red flag in his brain was at full mast, signaling for him to take caution.

“And when do you plan to do this?” Ethan asked, trying to calm himself down.

“Soon,” Beau said, pressing his lips to Ethan’s softly. “Very soon.”