Page 64 of Total Creative Control

…Aaron snatched his hands away, breathing hard.

Lewis turned to look at him, his brows drawn together in a faint frown.

“What’s wrong?” He blinked. “Oh, shit. Is it because I took my shirt off?”

Before Aaron could respond, Lewis bent to retrieve the shirt he’d just cast aside. As he straightened, he rose to his feet, turning on his heel to face Aaron, and quite suddenly, there was no space between them at all.

Aaron froze, and so did Lewis, but neither of them stepped back.

Their gazes locked and as they stared at one another, Aaron felt suddenly stripped bare. Stripped bare andseen, rightdown to his bones.

“Aaron?” Lewis breathed, and still, neither of them moved.

It felt to Aaron as though a moment had arrived that had always been coming, an instant in time he and Lewis had been inexorably, unknowingly, moving towards for years.

He knew he should pull back. That was the sensible thing to do. But Aaron wasn’t going to do the sensible thing. Not tonight.

And it seemed Lewis wasn’t either. Without taking his eyes off Aaron, he tossed his shirt back onto the floor. “Come here,” he murmured, and Aaron stepped closer—just a small step, but enough to eliminate the remaining space between them.

Lewis raised his hand, touching the backs of his fingers to Aaron’s cheek. A light, gliding touch. His expression was oddly tender. And Jesus, Lewisneverlooked tender—except that right now he did, and Aaron didn’t know what to make of it, not at all. He didn’t know what to make of any of this. How to make the move he so desperately wanted to make, or even how to show Lewis that he was desperate to be moved on. So, he just stood there like a rabbit caught in the headlights, waiting and hoping.

Lewis whispered, “It’s funny. I’m not even that into kissing, but right now, I really want to kiss you.”

Aaron gave a shaky laugh. “Yeah?”

Lewis nodded gravely. “I shouldn’t,” he went on. “But tonight, I can’t seem to remember why.”

Breathlessly, Aaron said, “Makes two of us.”

“Fuck, Aaron,” Lewis groaned. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Just kiss me,” Aaron said, his voice breaking on the words. The plea in them was embarrassingly clear, but that didn’t matter because Lewis was already lowering his head and taking Aaron’s mouth.

His lips were gentler than Aaron would ever have imagined—at least for the first few heart-stopping moments—until Lewis growled deep in his throat and his arms came around Aaron, pulling him in tight as he deepened the kiss.

God, the taste of him, and the scent.

And then Lewis’s hands were on Aaron’s lean hips, yanking him closer, and they were grinding against one another, moaning as their cocks prodded and pressed through their clothes. And God, but it felt so fucking good to finally,finallygive in to this. To allow himself this thing that he’d wanted for so long, even if that thing was utterly foolish, utterly destructive.

It might be a mistake, but at least it was one he was choosing to make. He might regret that choice tomorrow—as impossible as that seemed right now—but tomorrow would have to take care of itself.

Aaron gave himself up to Lewis’s kiss with a groan, parting his lips and meeting the man’s sliding tongue with his own as he clutched at any part of Lewis he could reach, desperate for him.

It was Lewis who pulled back first, gasping for air. Lewis who met his gaze, wild-eyed, and said in a voice thick with lust, “What do you want, Aaron? What do you like best?”

The words were crazy, overwhelming. Aaron had to blink and concentrate to take them in.

His answer came out before he’d formulated the thought properly, “I want you to fuck me. But I’m vers if you prefer… or we can…”

He trailed off as Lewis’s gaze heated and his hips bucked against Aaron’s, the blunt press of cock on cock, dulled by the layers of fabric between them, yet still wildly, terrifyingly exciting.

“Yeah?” he whispered. “You want me to fuck you?”

Aaron nodded. “Yeah. Is that okay?”

Lewis’s answer was a soft chuckle. “It’s very okay.” He began undoing the buttons of Aaron’s tweed waistcoat, then his shirt. Moments later, he was pushing both garments off, baring Aaron’s skin to his avid gaze.

“Wow,” he breathed, dropping his head to press a soft kiss to Aaron’s shoulder, then another to his neck. And there was that unexpected tenderness again, making Aaron’s chest ache.