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he’d ever met, the romantic sounds of rain trickling all around him. Resistance was starting to feel most definitely futile. “Well, maybe you are crazy, but I think you’re very creative.”
    Marc turned to face him, mere inches of air between them. “And I think you’re very trusting,” he whispered. “To come to my home.”
    Brendan’s breath caught. “Is there some reason I should regret that decision?”
    Marc’s fingers brushed Brendan’s arm. “You just don’t strike me as the type.”
    Brendan shivered under Marc’s gentle touch. “The type to go home with strangers.”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m not,” Brendan said. “Usually.”
    Marc’s hand slid up his arm, then drifted over his chest. “I didn’t think so,” he said. “That’s why I was suspicious of you. There seemed no reason for you to be interested in me.”
    Brendan’s dick throbbed, blood racing, and his hands glided to Marc’s waist, fingers trailing over his soft, cotton tee shirt, stroking his ribs and the hard muscle along his torso. No reason to be interested? He had to be playing coy. A blind nun would be interested in Marc. “Give me a break,” Brendan whispered. “You lured me.”
    Marc’s teeth flashed neon white as he smiled. “I l ured you? Having a drink was your idea.”
    They were so close now, the anticipation of kissing creating a forceful pressure in the air. Brendan let his hand move upward over Marc’s chest, coming to rest on the back of his head, threading fingers through his silky hair. “It was my idea, but you still lured me, whether you meant to or not.” He moved his face closer. He could feel Marc’s hot breath on his lips.
    “And how did I do that, Brendan Burke?”
    Tingles of arousal ran through Brendan’s gut, lengthening his cock. “I’m not sure. Maybe you have magical powers.”
    “Are they working?” Marc’s arm wrapped around Brendan’s waist and their hips made contact. 
    Brendan laughed nervously, a sudden shyness gripping him. As much as he wanted Marc, and had tossed his instincts and logic aside to pursue him tonight, he was emotionally unprepared for this. He’d been the one to initially come on to Marc, so it was only reasonable that Marc would expect him to know what the hell was doing in bed. But he’d never... gone all the way with a man before. And he hadn’t thought that far ahead tonight, had been driven by the simple, overwhelming want for the man. To be near him, to kiss him if he was lucky, but how far was he willing to go? Anxiety gripped him, wrestling with his growing arousal. 
    He started to step back, but Marc’s arm locked around his waist, holding him there. Marc’s eyelashes fluttered as his gaze dropped to Brendan’s lips, then met his eyes once more.
    This slow, controlled seduction was agony, and Brendan’s head was spinning, his body pulsing with need. Brendan chuckled softly. “Oh yes,” he said. “You definitely lured me.”
    “Do you mind?”
    Brendan struggled to control his breathing. “Not at the moment.”
    “Did you know,” Marc said, his finger trailing Brendan’s lips, then sliding into his mouth, gliding over his tongue, making his breath quicken, “that garden spiders trap unsuspecting prey by sucking them in using electrostatic attraction?”
    The finger slid out and Brendan let out a pant. His stomach trembled, and he could feel Marc’s arousal pressing against his hip. “You’re surprisingly knowledgeable for a busboy.”
    “And you’re surprisingly fuckable for a lawyer,” Marc whispered, then his lips were there, devouring Brendan’s mouth, their hot tongues a tangle as their bodies slammed together.
    Brendan’s senses exploded as the kiss deepened, Marc’s hard body grinding against his. His fingers weaved through Marc’s hair as Marc’s hands slid down his back, resting just above his ass. He opened his mouth and Marc’s tongue went deep as he tugged Brendan’s hips closer, their cocks making contact through