Page 121 of Breakaway Goals
There’d been a second where Hayes nearly dropped his, but Morgan had hung on, shooting him a look.
Hayes shrugged, like,if you insist, and yes,yes, Morgan insisted.
By the time they made it back to Hayes’ house, Morgan’s palms were sweating. The nerves were back. He’d kissed Hayes plenty. But he’d never imagined that a kiss would have to beA Kiss, enough to make Hayes want more.
Enough to make Hayes want to do this again.
To give Morgan another chance and another and another.
He pulled into Hayes’ driveway. Hayes shot him a little coy glance. “You wanna come in?”
Oh, he wanted to. But he knew if he did, there was no way he was stopping at a single kiss.
“I . . .uh . . .I probably shouldn’t.”
Hayes laughed softly but didn’t move. Okay, they were doing this. Morgan psyched himself up, unbuckling his seat belt and walking all the way around the car to open the passenger door.
Of course opening Hayes’ door for him and reaching out with a hand to help him up only made him think a whole bunch of inappropriate caveman thoughts.
Then Hayes glanced up at him, affection and desire in his green eyes, and the thoughts screamed insistently.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have any keys to twirl,” Hayes said in a low conspiratorial voice as they reached his front door. “Do you think—
Morgan didn’t let him finish. Tugged him in by his arm and kissed him.
Hayes’ mouth was hot and sweet on his, the remnants of chocolate on his tongue, and Morgan groaned at the back of his throat as he backed them into the door.
He’d told himself he’d get onereallygood kiss, and maybe if he just kept kissing Hayes, if one kiss just spun out and out and out, it would still count as only one.
Hayes’ fingers dug into his shoulders, one hand slipping up to the back of his head, tangling in Morgan’s hair and holding him in place.
Made it easy to think they were on the same page.
But sooner than Morgan wanted, Hayes tilted his face away and broke the kiss. Morgan was addicted to how breathless he sounded and the way his pupils swallowed all the green in his eyes. The unmistakable press of his hard dick against Morgan’s thigh.
“Are yousureyou don’t want to come in?” Hayes asked.
“No,” Morgan said, laughing. “But I really shouldn’t. You know it, too.”
“It wasyouridea,” Hayes protested, chuckling too.
“Yeah, but I was right. We . . .we can do the sex thing. Really, really well. No issues on that front. The rest of this . . .” Just because tonight had gone well didn’t mean all their dates would go like this. Morgan wasn’t naive enough to believe that was true.
“Zach made me promise that I wouldn’t freak out if tonight didn’t go well, but . . .” Hayes smiled up at him. “I shouldn’t have worried. You spoiled me. Made me feel special.”
“Just doing what I should’ve done six years ago,” Morgan said self-consciously, the honesty flaying him open. He wasn’t good at it, but he wastrying.
“I like to think of it as we’re starting over,” Hayes said. “What do you think?”
Morgan considered this. Also considered if he could get away with kissing Hayes a second time.
“I like that,” he agreed.
Hayes patted him on the cheek. “Doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Morgan said earnestly. He knew exactly how much he had to make up for. He never wanted Hayes to look at him with that cold, dead-eyed stare ever again.
“Give me one more kiss,” Hayes said, batting his eyelashes and grinning.
