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Kaz’s stormy eyes snapped to Miles’s gaze, sending his pulse racing. Kaz followed him up the bed, his lips spread in a wicked smile as he lowered his head and kissed him. He groaned against Kaz’s mouth, hands grabbing onto the man to pull him closer.
He met Kaz with as much vigor as the other man, knowing that there was no escaping this. Knowing that his heart already belonged to Kaz. It always had.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kaz
HE WASN’T sure what had made him agree to do this two weeks ago, but fuck if he wasn’t glad he had. Emma was moving the last of her furniture out of her apartment today, and Miles was obviously going to help, and so was he.
He stood outside the clubhouse, leaning against his motorcycle, and holding a helmet toward Miles. His man was wearing jeans that hugged his perfect ass and a tight gray shirt, but it was the leather jacket that held all of his attention. It was the one he’d given Miles fourteen years ago. There were no words to describe how much it meant to him that Miles kept it. That Miles brought it here with him, even when he’d thought the worst of him. The sight of Miles in his jacket not only took his breath away, but it had him considering telling Emma to fuck off so he could get that jacket and the rest of Miles’s clothes on his bedroom floor. It was only the prospect of having Miles behind him on his bike that kept him from dragging the man back inside and up the stairs.
Miles nibbled on his bottom lip, his gaze shooting between the bike and the helmet. “I haven’t ridden since…”
Fuck. Miles had only ever been behind him. The thought gave him a heady rush, his inner caveman rising up in utter delight.
Amber eyes met his gaze. There was uncertainty in those eyes, and he couldn’t have that.
He put the helmet on the seat of his bike and stepped toward Miles. He reached for him, tugging him closer, one hand slidingto the small of his back. He brushed his nose against Miles’s, grinning when Miles tipped his head back for a kiss. He happily obliged, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Hands snaked around the back of his neck, and Miles leaned into him. His tongue slipped past Miles’s lips, and Miles’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into Kaz’s shoulders. He wanted to map out every inch of that mouth. He wanted to commit it all to memory. The way Miles held onto him, the small sounds escaping him, the way Miles’s body sought his.
The loud blare of a horn had him pulling back reluctantly, and he was pretty sure he was glaring when he turned toward Emma. She was in the front seat of the moving van she’d rented, her lips pulled into a teasing smile.
Miles let go of him to flip her off. He couldn’t hear her laughing, but from the way she threw her head back, creases forming around her eyes and mouth, he knew damned well she was.
She wiggled her fingers at them before driving off.
He sighed, knowing they had to go. He walked the few steps back to his bike and picked up Miles’s helmet. He turned around to see Miles walking toward him. He lifted the helmet and slid it over Miles’s head, then secured the chinstrap, well aware that Miles was watching him with an amused gleam in his eyes.
“Put your gloves on,” he said, and grabbed his helmet.
Once they were both ready, he mounted his bike and waited for Miles to climb on behind him. When Miles’s chest pressed against his back, arms wrapping around his middle, his heart soared. Nothing had ever felt so right. He squeezed one of Miles’s hands, grinning when he held on tighter.
For the whole of the ride, Miles was relaxed against him, playing with the hem of his shirt, gloved fingers dipping under the fabric to run along his contracting abs. It was driving him crazy, but he wasn’t complaining. He never wanted Miles tostop touching him. He’d lived fourteen years without the man’s touch. He was making up for those years, and it seemed Miles was, too.
He parked in front of a four-story building, eyeing it with dread because it looked old enough not to have an elevator. Seemed like they were in for some hard labor, but as long as he got to spend the day with Miles, he couldn’t care less.
The heat covering his back disappeared, and he wanted to jerk Miles right back against him. He kept his hands to himself, though, knowing if he didn’t, he’d be pulling Miles into the nearest dark corner.
He removed his gloves and pulled his helmet off, dropping the gloves into it. He looked up at Miles, who’d done the same, holding the helmet in one hand as he watched Kaz. His cheeks were a light shade of pink, his eyes dancing with joy.
“I forgot how much I love that,” Miles said with a vibrant smile.
Kaz didn’t fight his smile as he got off his bike and strode to Miles, grabbing him around the waist with his free hand.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed that,” he said, his voice rough. He lowered his head to brush his nose along the side of Miles’s jaw. He breathed in, the smell of his shampoo on Miles sending his heart into a frenzy. “How much I’ve missed you.”
A hand cupped his cheek, bringing his head back until he was staring into molten gold.
“Even when I hated you, I still missed you.”
The raw honesty in Miles’s voice tugged at something deep inside him.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.”
Miles shook his head, something he liked to claim was love spreading in his eyes.
“I don’t want to dwell on the past. I just want right now. With you.”
