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their pants.
    Marc suddenly broke the kiss, leaving Brendan gasping, dizzy in the rush of arousal and disoriented in the strange lighting. It was by far the best kiss he’d ever had, and he was hard pressed to recall that this man had been cruelly insulting him on the street less than an hour ago. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “You’re a great kisser.”
    Marc grinned. “Only if properly motivated.”
    Brendan slid his fingers up Marc’s cheek, thumb stroking along his chin, and there was no missing the desire in his pale brown eyes. Seeing that need in Marc’s expression—the reality that Marc wanted him too—sent Brendan’s excitement skyrocketing and made his cock throb. 
    “Can I ask you something?” Brendan said, trying to remember how to speak, his senses swirling in chaos. “What made you change your mind tonight? Why did you decide to ask me over?”
    Marc raised his eyebrows, his fingers trailing over Brendan’s Adam’s apple. “I wanted to apologize.”
    Brendan laughed. “I hope you don’t apologize this way to everyone you insult.”
    Marc laughed softly. “Okay, the truth. When you were scolding me on the street outside the restaurant. You remember?”
    “Of course.” 
    Marc’s fingers moved to Brendan’s face, cupping his chin. He looked into his eyes. “When you stepped in close to me, like this. The streetlight fell upon your face. I saw your eyes. After that, I didn’t hear a word you said.”
    Damn. You poetic Italian bastard.
    Brendan’s control left him and he captured Marc’s mouth with his, tugging him closer as he lost himself in the kiss. Marc’s tongue had the sweet tinge of Frangelico, a hint of smokiness from the cigarette he’d had earlier. His cologne was spicy and dizzying, a vague hint of sweat underneath, alluringly masculine. Marc’s hand slid between them and cupped Brendan’s groin, causing him to gasp and break the kiss. He was too excited, afraid he’d come in his pants like a teenager. 
    “Do you want to come to my bedroom?” Marc asked, his hands sliding around to Brendan’s ass, giving it a squeeze.
    He met Marc’s eyes, studying his face in the dimness. Though his cock was begging him to say yes, he hesitated. “I uh, I want to, but it’s been a while.”
    Marc’s hands left Brendan’s ass and he took a step back.
    Brendan’s heart sank and he wanted to kick himself for saying anything. No! Don’t stop touching me! But then Marc reached out, running fingers through Brendan’s fringe of blond hair. “A while since you’ve been with someone, or a while since you’ve been with a man?”
    “Both,” Brendan said. “I mean, I’ve been with men, but never...” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m ruining the moment.”
    “You’ve never fucked a man,” Marc said.
    A whistle of breath left Brendan. Just hearing those words on Marc’s lips sent a shudder through his groin, tightening his cock. “No, I’ve never...I mean, sort of. But not really. Other stuff, hand jobs and blowjobs and getting off but I never...well, you know.” He winced. He was babbling. “I’m sorry. I guess I gave the wrong impression. Coming on to you the way I did.”
    Marc’s fingers left Brendan’s hair and trailed down the side of his face. He moved close again, cupping his chin. “Do you like kissing me?”
    Brendan breathed hard. “Yes.”
    “Do you want to kiss me some more?”
    His throat constricted, so Brendan simply nodded.
    “Then come to my bedroom. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.”
    Brendan’s cock throbbed at the thought of being in bed with the other man, kissing him, touching him...
    He nodded again, grasping Marc’s hand. “Okay.”
     

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    We won’t do anything you don’t want to.
    Marc’s words repeated in Brendan’s mind as the two of them fell onto the bed. He hadn’t turned on a light so Brendan couldn’t see much of the room, but he didn’t mind the darkness. It was like a soft