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tangling with Trace s. Oh fuck, he tastes good. Like
blackberry wine, fresh and intoxicating. Trace shuddered as
Riley s fingers trailed up his back, under his shirt. His own
hands returned the favor, one sliding between them and
under Riley s t-shirt. His fingers splayed, thumb tracing the
line of his rib cage.
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That got a reaction. Riley s back arched and one long leg
came up to hook against Trace s hip, guiding Trace to settle
naturally between his thighs. It felt like fucking home.
Trace, Riley gasped against his lips, body surging closer
when Trace s hand slid higher and one finger brushed the
young man s nipple.
Right here, darlin , Trace whispered in reply, rocking
against him. Riley responded with one hand curled around
the back of Trace s neck, long fingers tangling in his hair as
the kiss deepened. Their tongues tangled and teeth grazed
lips, as if they wanted to devour each other. Abruptly, Riley
hooked both legs at Trace s hips, rolling them so he was on
top. Trace approved, oh hell yes, he did. He d had visions of
Riley riding him all night long for weeks and this was as close
as he d gotten to the reality. Riley sank both hands into
Trace s hair and kissed him hard. Trace groaned, skimming
one hand down to cup Riley s ass through his jeans, and
Riley shuddered. It was a breathless search for more skin
Riley tugging Trace s shirt up farther and Trace retaliating
with a firm rub of his thumb across Riley s nipple. The other
man let out a ragged moan and Trace pulled him closer. It
was right about then that Trace realized if he didn t stop now,
he was going to have trouble doing so at all. Riley was too
tempting, the attraction far too strong. His hand didn t seem
to want to stop touching though. His fingers circled Riley s
nipple, tweaking it lightly and the rush of breath Riley let out
was what pushed him over the edge.
Panting, Trace broke the kiss. He shook his head sharply as
Riley leaned in to try to restart it.
No& damn, darlin , you re addictive. He could only hope
Riley was feeling the craving as strongly as he. By the
disappointed look on his face and the hard-on pressed
tightly against Trace through Riley s jeans, he thought the
tightly against Trace through Riley s jeans, he thought the
feeling was definitely mutual.
You are a stubborn son of a bitch, Trace Collins.
Trace laughed roughly. That I am. He sat up, reluctantly
easing Riley off him.
We should eat. Something, anything to calm his heart and
distract him from the burning desire to grab the other man
and forget all about love and forever and his own promises to
make something last.
After a long moment of silence, Riley finally nodded, raking a
shaky hand through his hair. Right. Eat.
Trace nodded, despite the ache and the urge to grab Riley
and take what those wicked, silvery blue eyes kept
promising. Maybe he really was crazy. Or maybe he just
wasn t willing to waste another day chasing something that
wasn t going to be around any longer than a summer storm.
Trace wanted more. He handed Riley a plate and some
silverware, gesturing to the various containers. Help
yourself, darlin . Trace grabbed a hunk of the cornbread and
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of it, trust me. Rhonda swears she ll never tell me the
secret& like I m some big cooking threat or something.
Riley opened the containers of food and let out a low sound
of pleasure at the scents that wafted up from them. The soft
moan made Trace s cock leap inside his jeans. No, I don t
believe you are. He glanced up and met Trace s eyes with
another slow smile.
Some things are just meant to be kept secret.
Trace glanced away abruptly, occupying himself pouring a
cup of the tea, hands trembling a little before he steadied
them and set the cup down to begin fixing his plate. He
heaped it high with food and then leaned back on one hand,
tilting his head to look up at the sky peeking through the tree
cover. He bit off a mouthful of sweet honey cornbread. Damn,
he was gonna get that recipe before the chance passed him
by.
What made you realize dancing was your dream, darlin ?
Smiling, he turned his head to look at Riley. Somehow I ve
got this image of you in my head as a little blondheaded
seven-year-old wanting ballet classes stead of soccer
practice.
Riley shook his head. It wasn t anything like that. I didn t get
into dancing until I was in high school, my freshman year. We
were living in Boston at the time and my school had a dance
team, did competitions and all that kind of stuff. I d never
joined any clubs or played sports because we were always
moving but my mom said she really liked it there. I thought
maybe we d stay. So I joined the dance team and got
hooked.
Riley shrugged, poking at his food with his fork. But of
course, we didn t stay. We moved to Chicago over that
summer. But I kept dancing, watched a lot of MTV and
practiced on my own. Then after I graduated high school and
decided I wanted to stay here, it just seemed smart to get a
related job. It s not the kind of dancing I want to do but& it
pays the bills and I can save up to make that big move when
the time comes.
Trace sighed a little. I m not trying to tell you what to do, just
saying that I know from experience that sometimes the right
time you re waiting for never comes. Maybe you just have to
make the right time, ya know?
He shook his head, holding up a hand in apology. Sorry, we
already talked about that and it s none of my business. So
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