Page 96 of Total Creative Control
“Call and response,” Lewis growled, all gravel and smoke. And with that, he leaned in to capture Aaron’s mouth with his own.
His kiss was electrifying, a jolt of joyful relief.
Aaron didn’t move—couldn’t move—just closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, parting his lips, and giving himself up to the urgency of Lewis’s kiss. To the press of Lewis’s hard body against his own and the soaring release of ceding control, of stopping fighting, of just...letting it happen.
Mistake or not, he wanted this.
Lewis growled, soft and low in his throat, and his hands lifted to cup Aaron’s face. It was an odd gesture, tender and possessive at once, and it lit something fierce in Aaron, sending him arching up and away from the wall, pressing himself greedily against Lewis’s body, unable to get enough of him, to get close enough to him. And it seemed that Lewis felt the same, because now they were clinging to one another, kissing desperately, their hard cocks straining as they stumbled back against the wall together.
Christ, were they going to do it right here? Aaron felt frantic enough, overtaken by a desire so blinding he could hardly see straight.
I would, he thought wildly.If you asked, I would.Right here.
“Fuck,” Lewis groaned. Instruction or curse, Aaron couldn’t tell. “Fuck,Aaron.”
He was biting at the tender skin below Aaron’s ear, making his legs tremble. Literallytremble. Aaron slid his hands inside the leather trenchcoat, yanking at Lewis’s shirt, desperate to touch his bare skin, unable to think of anything other than getting closer. Getting fucked.
Right. Fucking. Now.
Abruptly, Lewis let him go, pulling back with a shuddering breath and holding Aaron at bay with one hand on his chest. “Wait,” he said, panting hard. “Fuck.”
Aaron gave an embarrassing little mewl of frustration, knowing he must seem unhinged. Fortunately, Lewis didn’t look much saner, his dark hair sticking up in wild spikes, his chest heaving. Eventually, he managed to articulate, “Bed.” He cleared his throat and added, “We need one.”
It was so blunt and so Lewis that Aaron laughed. And like a miracle, Lewis laughed too, low and throaty, coaxing out those dimples that always made Aaron melt.
With anyone else, that laughter might have killed the mood, but not with Lewis. With Lewis, it just made everything even better somehow, Aaron’s desperation not waning but shifting into something less fierce, and more profound. Carefully, he lifted an unsteady hand to Lewis’s face and stroked the stubble on his jaw, his heart swelling with affection and confusion and unbridled yearning.
Nothing had changed between them, not really. It would all end in flames, he knew, but right now, he wanted it too much to care. His eyes filled. He blinked them clear and gave a ragged laugh.
“My flat’s three stops on the tube. It has a bed.”
“Forget the fucking tube,” Lewis said, “We’re getting a fucking Uber.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lewis
Lewis couldn’t face going back to the party, but Aaron’s stuff was still inside, and, apparently, he had to tell Tag he was leaving—though Lewis had to wonder whether the guy would even notice given how he’d been drooling over Mason.
While Aaron went back into the hotel, Lewis stalked around the outside of the building to the front door to wait for the Uber Aaron had ordered.
He paced the pavement, antsy and thrumming with the same nervous energy that had been riding him all evening. God, it had been a weird night. Even now, as he waited for Aaron with his dick hard and his stomach twisting with nervous excitement, there was a voice inside him warning that this was a mistake.
He hadn’t come for this. He’d come for the same reason he’d gone to Grinder at lunch time—to see Aaron and Tag together, to confront the reality of AaronwithTag.
Like an arachnophobe forcing himself to handle spiders. Exposure therapy.
Or maybe that had just been an excuse because his first glimpse of Aaron had driven any such noble thoughts out of his head.
Aaron should have looked ridiculous in his cheap fancy dress shop wizard robes, but he’d looked sexy as hell with his eyes made up, all dark and smoky. And when their gazes had met…
Despite that fucking himbo, Tag, plastered to his side, Lewis had seen the longing in Aaron’s gaze, and it had set his heart hammering and his stomach tightening. And after that, there was no thought of fucking exposure therapy, just a driving need to get Aaron alone.
Except Aaron neverwasalone. All evening he’d been stuck to Tag’s side, and to theBow Streetteam he was so tight with these days, drinking and dancing and laughing. Until eventually, Lewis had had no choice but to man up and face them all. Try to talk to Aaron while that baby hunk with his stupid gleaming muscles pawed Aaron possessively.
He’d wanted to shove Tag off of Aaron and take his place. Like he was staking a claim or some idiotic thing like that. Which was fucking insane because Lewisnevergot jealous. He wasn’t the sort of man who cared enough to feel that way about anyone.
Until Aaron.