Page 75 of The Long Game

“I’m not good at dirty talk,” Jack mumbled.

Grady chuckled. “That’s not what I’m asking for.”

“Isn’t it?”

Grady opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again because maybe that hadn’t been his intention, but Jack straight up asking him for almost anything might be enough to make him come in his pants, so…fair point.

Still, he wasn’t going to do anything without Jack’s permission. “Can I put my hands under your shirt?” he murmured, his voice going deeper at the idea of feeling so much of Jack’s skin against his palms.

Jack nodded. “Please.”

Grady smiled against Jack’s ear, then found skin that was even warmer and silkier than he’d imagined above Jack’s hip and over his ribs. He released his hold on Jack’s butt and slid his other hand up Jack’s spine, exploring the deep, smooth trench all the way to the nape of Jack’s neck.

Jack shivered. “Oh, god,” he breathed.

“Sensitive here?” he asked needlessly, pressing kisses along the side of Jack’s neck while his thumb stroked the spot again and again.

Jack shuddered helplessly.

Grady wanted—needed—to get his lips on that spot. He used his hands to guide Jack, who spun easily, cheeks flushedand eyes clinging to Grady’s face until he had to turn away. Grady swore he’d turn him back around once he’d conducted a thorough study of Jack’s neck.

Though there was a whole lot of Jack to admire from this angle.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured.

Jack snorted and looked back over his shoulder. “Are you talking to my ass?”

Grady grinned, shameless. “Not just your ass,” he promised.

Jack rolled his eyes, but before he could say whatever snarky thing was on the tip of his tongue, Grady ran his hands down Jack’s ribs. “It’s the width of your shoulders,” he observed, “and how it hones down to your waist.”

Jack’s eyebrows drew together. “What?”

Grady slipped his hands under the hem of Jack’s t-shirt and ran them back up. “You have a way of moving that’s fluid. Graceful, even,” Grady explained.

Jack’s cheeks shaded from pink to red. He still looked confused, but Grady could tell by the tilt of his head he was listening.

Grady slid his hands back down. “I won’t lie and say I haven’t watched you.”

Jack’s full lips parted, his breaths fast and deep.

“You’re mesmerizing to me,” Grady admitted, drawing his hands from below the cotton t-shirt and running them down Jack’s hips. Jack’s back arched, tipping his ass up.

Grady groaned and dug his thumbs into the thick denim. “Gorgeous.”

“Are you talking to my ass again?” Jack asked, laughter in his voice.

“Maybe,” Grady admitted and ran his hands over the two perfect globes, cupping them in his palms before drawing away.

Jack jerked backward, as if to follow Grady’s hands. Grady bit back a grin and wrapped his arms around Jack, pressing himself the length of Jack’s back from shoulders to thighs and tucking his nose against Jack’s temple.

Jack’s breath stuttered and he leaned into Grady’s hold. That firm, round,spectacularass resting in the cradle of his hips made Grady feel a little unhinged.

“Please, Jack,” he rasped. “Can I touch more?”

“Yes.”

“Your legs?”

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