“What are you doing here?” he asked in surprise. “Your email said you wouldn’t be back for two more days.”
“They didn’t need me anymore so they sent me home. I came straight here from the airport. I texted,” Aidan added, “but you didn’t respond.”
“My phone died.” He studied the other man’s chiseled face. “You came here instead of going home first? Now why would you do that?”
“Why the hell do you think?”
A current of electricity moved between them. Aidan ran a hand through his dark hair and leaned a broad shoulder on the doorframe. “You gonna let me in or what?”
“No.”
Surprise registered on Aidan’s face. “You serious?”
He let out a rueful sigh. “My brother and his fiancée are here for the night. Sure, I can invite you in and we can watch TV for a while and have a beer, but we haven’t seen each other in two months, and frankly, if I’m in the same room as you right now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself, so…”
Aidan chuckled. “So I should go home and we’ll see each other tomorrow.”
“Glad you understand.”
“Oh, I understand. I definitely understand.”
Lust tightened Dylan’s muscles as he stood there in the face of Aidan’s hungry appraisal. The man was looking at him like he wanted to eat him up. Bastard even licked his lips.
Dylan was pretty hungry himself. Despite having just gotten off a plane, Aidan looked better than ever. The top two buttons of his white long-sleeve were unbuttoned, revealing his corded neck and a teasing glimpse of the dark hair on his chest. And his snug gray trousers did nothing to hide the unmistakable bulge at his crotch.
“Where’re your brother and his fiancée now?” Aidan’s voice was low, raspy.
“Chris is out. Claire went to bed.”
He was about to ask why, but he got his answer a second later when Aidan pushed his way into the front hall, got him against the wall, and kissed the crap out of him.
It was another one of those greedy, unforgiving kisses. Aidan’s tongue filled his mouth, exploring in seductive thrusts that left him breathless.
“You sleep with anyone else this summer?” The question came out of left field, but Dylan didn’t see any anger in the man’s eyes, only interest.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“This chick I hook up with every now and then.” He stared at Aidan’s bottomless brown eyes. “You?”
“Yes. A woman I know in D.C.”
He found it interesting that they’d both slept with women, yet here they were, pressed up against the wall, lower bodies rubbing up against each other like contented cats.
Aidan’s tone held a note of contemplation. “I can’t decide if I’m jealous.” Those warm male lips found Dylan’s again in a soft, fleeting kiss that was sexier and more potent than any tongue-tangling make-out.
“Neither of us promised to live like monks,” he murmured.
Aidan nodded his agreement. “No, we didn’t.”
They kissed again, tongues dancing. Aidan’s hands stayed above the waist, one flat on Dylan’s chest, the other at the nape of his neck.
“So this regular hook-up,” Aidan mused. “Was she good?”
“Mmm-hmmm.” He nipped at Aidan’s bottom lip, his cock aching so bad he was surprised he could be this playful. Truth was, he wanted to rip this man’s clothes off, rip his own clothes off, and stay in bed for three days straight.
Clearly Aidan wanted the same damn thing, because Dylan suddenly found himself being spun around. He braced his palms on the wall, swallowing a moan when he felt the hard length of Aidan’s erection pressing against his ass.
Aidan’s breath tickled his neck as he leaned in close. “That hook-up of yours…I wonder if her pussy was as tight as your ass will be.”
With a chuckle, Dylan ducked away and reversed the position, getting Aidan against the wall and rubbing his aching erection all over that enticing ass. “Funny, I was just wondering the same thing.”
As his cock throbbed uncontrollably, Dylan caught Aidan by the waist and brought him back around, taking swift possession of the man’s mouth. This kiss was all tongue, all domination, and they were both breathing hard when it ended.
Laughing, Aidan took a step back and smoothed out his rumpled hair. “I should definitely go.”
“Yep.”
They grinned at each other.
“You wanna come by my place tomorrow night?” Aidan asked.
“Yep.” He didn’t even hesitate.
He was still grinning to himself as he let Aidan out and locked the door behind him, but the grin faded the moment he turned around and saw Claire standing in the shadows of the hallway.
Her wide amber eyes and the shocked O of her lips told him she’d witnessed most—if not all—of that very private, very intimate moment.
Between him and another man.
Shit.
As his stomach churned with uneasiness, Dylan waited for her to speak.
“I…” Her voice was hoarse, and she was staring at her feet now, avoiding his gaze. “I…”
He waited.
Claire lifted her head and met his eyes. “I won’t say anything to Chris.”