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“No.” And this time, I didn’t take the escape hatch. Refused to take it, in fact. Instead, I slid across the remaining few inches of dirt between us to put one grubby glove on his black Heist T-shirt and haul him in for the least skilled kiss of my adult life.

Funny how after wanting and denying myself this moment for months, I’d managed to lose all dexterity and any muscle memory as far as kissing was concerned. My nose went where? And my other hand dangled helplessly at my side as my brain shorted out. Somehow, I brought my lips to within kissing distance, bumping against Magnus’s with all the elegance of a barge hitting a dock.

And right as I was about to declare this attempt an unmitigated failure, Magnus took over. His hands knew where to go, pulling me securely against him before roaming over my back. And his mouth, lordy that mouth. The man could flirt and tease and charm, so I should have anticipated he could kiss like he’d invented the action himself. His smiles were dangerous, and his kiss was downright lethal, the way he started soft, so soft, taking my blunt pressure and replacing it with little hints of contact.

He sipped and teased until I gasped, lips parting, body finally remembering how this was supposed to work. And boy, did it ever work. Electricity followed his every caress, and all that energy gathered into something potent at the base of my spine, magnifying the sheer pleasure to be found in touching our tongues together.

“More.” I barely had a chance to groan out the word before Magnus was doing just that, morphing from the soft, barely-there kisses to more aggressive bites and licks, still teasing, always teasing, but more purposeful now that he knew he had me. I clung to him like it was the one thing my hands were good for. My gloves had long since fluttered to the ground and his meaty shoulders were the anchor I needed. He tasted sweetly seductive, like the most expensive tequila, and I wanted every last drop he had to offer.

When he drew back long enough to say, “Race you to inside the carriage house,” all I could do was nod.

Chapter Thirteen

Eric

Now what?

My brain raced even faster than my feet as I followed Magnus out of the dog run and around the corner through the blessedly unlocked door to the carriage house. The place was still very much in transition—gone was the old huge chair Sean had an unreasonable attachment to, along with the dining set and much of the other furniture. Random boxes, a stack of bedding, and bags from trips to the store were scattered along the floor like breadcrumbs leading to the narrow stairs to the loft. My inner clean freak?—

Thump.No more time for cataloging the mess as Magnus pushed me up against the wall next to the door.

“Still with me?” He nuzzled along my jaw, a tantalizing hint of a kiss that never arrived. “You want this?”

“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t the most articulate, but I’d walk on LEGO to get him to move his mouth five millimeters to the right. Luckily, Magnus didn’t seem to require conversation as he claimed my mouth in a near-bruising kiss, hard, fast, all-encompassing. Forget the disarray of the cottage. I no longer cared about anything other than more kissing.

“Clothes off.” Magnus stepped back, already tugging off his own sweaty T-shirt and grass-stained jeans. “I’d drag you to the shower, but the one in here is ridiculously tiny.”

“Sorry.” I glanced down at my grubby clothes. My face and hands weren’t much better. Magnus was right. We were both in dire need of a shower, even more than a?—

“Nuh-uh.” Magnus reached out, tilting my chin so I was forced to meet his heated gaze. “The last thing I want from you right now is an apology.”

“Whatdoyou want?” My voice came out husky, surprisingly seductive.

“This.” Magnus impatiently pushed at my T-shirt until I got the message and joined him in tossing my shirt on top of his. “You have ink.”

Eyes wide, he pointed at my side.

“Uh-huh.” I bent to step out of my jeans, not really wanting to go into the story of my recent acquisition. Naked, I straightened, almost poking myself in the eye with Magnus’s thick cock. It wasn’t the longest, but damn did it havegirth. I wanted a chance to appreciate the glory that was Magnus naked, all toned muscles and trimmed hair and that meaty cock. But there was no time before he was kissing me again, shoving me back against the wall.

Not that I was complaining. The less time to stop and think, the better, and more time to kiss was best of all. Each time our mouths met was like doing a shot, a heady, immediate rush of sensation. His aggressiveness was like a drug, the way he sucked at my lower lip, the hint of teeth on my tongue, the tightness of his grip, and the low, feral sounds he made.

He moved from ravaging my mouth to exploring my jaw, neck, and ear. A vague memory of how sensitive my neck could be flitted by before it was replaced by the immediacy of Magnus’s hot mouth on my tender skin. I moaned, arching shamelessly toward him. My cock connected with his abs, and that small amount of friction and the devious things he was doing to my neck were almost enough to get me off right there.

My legs shook as he drove me harder into the wall, his cock nudging against mine. Whatever minor height difference we had was eradicated by the overwhelming need to get as close as possible. We were both sweaty from the outdoor work, and the lack of AC in the carriage house didn’t help matters, but somehow, the scent of male perspiration only added to the sexiness. There was something primal andrealabout this encounter, nothing sanitized or sweet about it.

I couldn’t get enough. Indeed, with Magnus nibbling on my neck and our cocks rubbing, I was close to climaxing and collapsing both.

“No way are my old knees gonna hold out for this,” I gasped as Magnus’s thrusts turned more purposeful.

“Here.” Reaching behind him, Magnus snagged one of the blankets from the stack of bedding and spread it on the floor. “I’m too impatient to wait to climb into the loft.”

“Okay.” I chuckled, more than a little drunk on his kisses and exactly docile enough to stretch out on the blanket as he indicated. No shower. No bed. And apparently, no problem, as Magnus loomed over me, a feral glint in his eyes. Shaking my head, I gazed up at him. “This is crazy.”

“Yeah, well, turns out I’ve got a thing for crazy.” He bent to kiss me, and this new angle was even better, allowing our torsos to touch and his warm weight to settle against me. Now, when he thrust against me, the ripple of his thigh muscles and increased power led to an even more delicious pressure.

“Oh, that.” I moaned, arching against him, loving my limited range of motion. He was heavy and there was no escaping his strength, and I reveled in how good it felt to stop fighting this thing between us, to fully embrace the moment.

“You like that?” Magnus shifted so his cock rode the crease of my hip. His heavy balls dragged against me, and my cock was trapped against his stomach.

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