Page 99 of Leather and Longing
At least, that was how Paul assumed Adam felt. He hadn’t been specific about where their sexual antics might—or might not—lead.
Paul’s head was still being practical.
Don’t rock the boat.
Leave things as they are.
Stop crushing on him.
He doesn’t need to know.
Why ruin everything?
His heart?
Screw it—tell him. What if he feels the same way? Think about last night: that wasn’t fucking—that was making love.It might have been Paul topping Adam, but Adam had still been in charge. At least, it had seemed that way, up until the point where Paul had threatened to gag him. What had followed had blown him away.
It’s not my imagination, is it?Adam had let go, shown Paul a glimpse of the man he kept hidden deep, and Paul wanted more. Now all he had to do was find a way to let Adamknowhe wanted more—without scaring him off.
“Good morning.” Adam stretched, shifting behind him and drawing Paul closer. “That was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages.” He kissed Paul’s neck, sending a shiver rippling through him.
Damn the man. Does he knoweveryspot that turns me on?
Probably.
“Morning.” Paul held himself still, his breathing even. Adam didn’t move, in fact showed no sign of wanting to do anything other than lie there embracing Paul. He brushed the pad of his thumb over Paul’s nipple, and Paul couldn’t repress the quiver that made its way down his spine.
Adam chuckled into his ear. “Oh, youareawake, then. You were so still, I thought you’d fallen asleep, except there were none of those cute little noises you make.”
Paul slowly turned in Adam’s arms. “Are you insinuating that I snore?” he demanded.
Adam guffawed. “Insinuating? Hell, I’m flat outrightsayingit. But please note, I did say it was cute,” he added, his hands warm on Paul’s spine, languidly stroking in a slow upwardcurve over his shoulder blades before sliding down to his lower back, where the curve of his arse began. The gentle caresses were intimate, sensual… and Paul knew exactly where they were leading.
He wriggled free of Adam’s embrace and climbed out of bed. “On that note, I’ll go downstairs and make the coffee.” He pulled on a pair of shorts.
Adam rolled onto his back, laced his fingers behind his head and let out a contented sigh. “I might lie here a little longer. ItisSunday, after all. I deserve a lie-in after my week.”
Paul had to agree. It had been a productive five days for Adam. He’d begun making notes for his new book and was clearly excited about the prospect of writing it.
“Not that you don’t deserve a lie-in, too.”
Paul halted in the doorway and turned. “You think so?”
Adam nodded. “How many chapters did you type up this week? Six?” He smiled. “I listened to them yesterday. You included all the changes I’d made, the references, quotations… Don’t think for a minute I’m not aware of how hard you work, Paul.”
Damn. Paul loved the fact that he’d pleased Adam. His cheeks grew hot, and his chest swelled. “Thank you. It’s always good to receive praise.”
“I woke up with an idea. I saved some photos about a year ago of the last boat I crewed across the Atlantic. I was going to email them to Eric. I thought he might be interested.”
“He’d love that.”
“I thought you might help me find them. They’re on my laptop somewhere. Could you bring it upstairs with the coffee?” Adam smiled. “We can stay in bed and look for them.”
“So it’s a working lie-in?” Paul said with a chuckle. “I can cope with that.”
He left the room, head held high, Adam’s praise still warm on his skin.
Adam listened to the familiar sounds drifting up the stairs from the kitchen. Paul was singing while he prepared the coffee. That simple fact spread a wave of contentment through him.
