The caution that crept back into Ty’s gaze was a pretty clear warning.
Zane loosened his fingers and almost let go, but Ty didn’t pull away. It was 142
now or never. Zane took a slow, deep breath and ducked his chin, tilted his head sideways, and slid his lips firmly against Ty’s.
Ty caught his breath, nearly gasping when Zane finally touched their lips together. He shivered and his lips parted tentatively, but his wary eyes never closed. Giving in, Zane pulled him closer and lifted one hand to cup Ty’s cheek as he increased the pressure of his lips against Ty’s.
Ty groaned softly and finally relaxed against the kiss, returning it tentatively. He knew he’d regret this just as soon as they parted, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.
Tension cramped Zane’s gut as Ty’s lips moved, and he deepened the kiss, all the itch and urge heating inside him as his traced Ty’s lips with his tongue. Oh, this was going to be an absolute f**king mess, he just knew it. He pulled his fingers out of the waistband and curled that arm around Ty’s waist as he leaned into the dangerous kiss. His hand on Ty’s cheek trembled.
Ty indulged himself in the deeper kiss for a long, horribly tantalizing moment before he pulled his head back just enough to break the contact and pushed gently at Zane’s chest. “That’s what I thought,” he rasped as his breath gusted against Zane’s lips.
Zane slowly opened his eyes as their lips hovered a mere breath apart, and he dropped his hand so both settled on Ty’s hips. “Thought?” he asked.
“This ... but I thought you were f**king with me,” Ty gritted out almost angrily as he forced himself not to press their lips together once more.
Zane just barely shook his head, pulling back from Ty’s growing ire.
“Not about this,” he said seriously, already starting to tense and brace himself for a swing.
Ty did kiss him then, breathing in heavily through his nose as if he were about to dive under water as he pulled himself closer to Zane and growled a little. He figured if Zane was f**king with him now, then he seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.
Tightening his arms, Zane closed them further around Ty as he met the kiss with more strength, dizzy with the surprise and desire blasting through him. This was beyond crazy. Beyond negligent. Just … beyond. All the hate and anger was morphing into heat and passion and he had no idea what to think about it.
Suddenly, Ty yanked away from the increasingly heated kiss again, stepping back and giving Zane’s chest a good hard smack with the back of his hand. “Asshole,” he gasped as he tried to get himself under control.
“Ow!” Zane yelped as Ty’s hand stung against his bare skin. He gasped out a laugh as he leaned back. “Me?” he asked in disbelief, squirming in place where he practically sat against the counter.
Ty grabbed him and pulled him off the counter to kiss him again, forcing himself not to think about the consequences. If he thought about it, he’d cut and run—as far and as fast as he possibly could. Zane grunted as he landed against Ty’s chest, his stance spread enough to lower him the couple of inches needed to be at the same height as Ty. Clutching at Ty’s shoulders, Zane shifted his weight to push the other man back toward the door.
Ty hit the door with a rush of air from his lungs, his hip barely missing the doorknob as the impact slammed the door closed, but neither man noticed. They were far too distracted by the sudden turn of events. “I had you pegged as trouble from minute one,” Ty gasped accusingly between the hurried meetings of their lips.
Zane bit Ty’s bottom lip slightly and sucked it between his lips before letting it loose. “Your middle name is trouble,” he said as he ran a hand down Ty’s side, feeling the hard muscles appreciatively.
Ty hissed with the bite and growled dangerously. He couldn’t decide if he was angry or just really f**king turned on. Either way, it was all Zane f**king Garrett’s fault….
Pulling in a deep breath when his body reacted to the harsh sound, Zane set his forearm against the door over Ty’s shoulder, making their chests, hips, and groins rock together. “Now what?” he breathed. “You wanted to know. Now you know.”
Ty banged his head back on the door and closed his eyes, huffing through his nose as he tried to regain some control. “I lied,” he groaned plaintively. “I didn’t wanna know.”
Zane couldn’t help but smile and snicker. “Too late, hotshot,” he said.
“Bastard.”
“Coming from you, that’s pretty much an endearment.” Still grinning, amazed at Ty’s pliancy, Zane leaned forward to steal a firm kiss. Ty’s lips parted almost against his will, and he groaned slightly. Zane couldn’t resist that little sound, and he moved to capture it, sliding his mouth more slowly over Ty’s, rubbing, tongue sliding between swollen lips. Ty seemed to melt against him, losing the tension that was always in him, losing the caustic shield he seemed to rarely drop. He merely managed a few incoherent murmurs as he slid a hand into Zane’s hair.
Zane wrapped his arms around him when the other man relaxed, not tight, just enough to hold their bodies in constant contact. The tiny sounds and first real touch from the other man rocked Zane’s world badly.
“We gotta stop,” Ty groaned finally, pulling back as much as he dared. Their lips still touched when he spoke. “Neither of us is up to this,” he rasped, breathing still difficult as his body screamed for more contact.
It wasn’t the right excuse, Zane knew, but it would have to serve.
This could only lead to disaster. He slowly straightened, seeing the desire in Ty’s hooded eyes. Somehow he made himself step back, hands sliding on each side of Ty’s rib cage until they fell away.
Ty lowered his head, still looking at Zane from under lowered brows, and pressed his lips tightly together. “Fuck,” he finally observed flatly.
Zane took another step back, slid one hand into his back pocket to keep it off Ty, and leaned against the counter again. Raising his other hand, he lightly ran a finger over his split lip, feeling the pain return as the tingle and thrill dissipated. He could echo Ty’s sentiment, but the urge to touch and taste was still ravaging him, and it was taking all he had not to grab the other man and grind against him. He closed his eyes in a bid to regain some measure of control.
“What the f**k do we do now?” Ty asked in frustration.
After squeezing his eyes shut for a long moment, Zane took another step back. “You’re going back to your room, and I’m taking a cold shower.”