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a flash and yet
it could be everything. Three weeks and Adam would be gone. Tomas had to keep
his secrets, but they could still fuck. The guy lived next door. How convenient
was that? The nights when Tomas wasn’t working, he’d have something worth
coming home for. Three weeks. Didn’t he deserve a break? He really
wanted to take Adam to bed. His cock nodded in furious agreement and his balls
tingled their approval.
    “Where you live?” Tomas asked.
    “In London. Greenwich.”
    That was good. At least a four-hour drive from Leeds. He
must be up here on business. Maybe he’ll come again.
    “I travel a lot,” Adam said. “I don’t spend much time at
home. How long have you been in England?”
    All my life. “Few years.”
    “Long enough to acquire a taste for beans on toast. That was
great.” Adam put his knife and fork neatly on the empty plate. “What’s for
dessert?”
     
    Adam wanted to pick up his knife and cut out his tongue. What’s
for dessert? What the fuck had he been thinking? Well, he’d been thinking
of what he usually said to Ally after they’d eaten dinner, because she always
produced some little treat or other, knowing his sweet tooth. But now Tomas was
staring at him as if… oh God .
    “What you like?” Tomas smiled.
    For someone decisive in his business life, Adam’s mind went
painfully blank. He sensed something going on between them, hints had been
dropped, glances exchanged, hands gripped slightly longer than necessary, but
he wasn’t sure . Adam never acted on impulse when he dealt with people.
Usually. He checked once, checked twice and then checked again. He’d never done
this before. Well, he’d done that , he’d just never immediately followed
through on a surge of lust. But when he looked into the midnight-blue eyes of
the Croatian, took in his hard, chiseled jaw and the curve in his lips, the
wave of lust grew into a tsunami.
    Tomas still stared expectantly.
    He’s waiting for an answer, you moron. “Ice cream?”
Adam blurted. Wimp.
    Tomas pushed to his feet and walked over to the kitchen.
    Oh shit. Adam knew he needed to get up too, thank the
guy for the food and go back to his apartment and wank—no, watch TV. But that
tight, muscular butt under those denims, the broad back, dark silky hair, the
whole bloody package was beyond tempting. Yet how could he know for certain?
Who was supposed to make the first move? Did Tomas top or bottom? Both?
Neither? Like anything kinky? Like women as well? Questions circled in Adam’s
head until he felt sick.
    The microwave pinged and Tomas came back to the table with a
tub of pecan-and-caramel ice cream and two spoons.
    “You can microwave ice cream?” Adam asked in surprise.
    “For few seconds. Was too hard. Freezer transform everything
to rock.” Tomas dipped his spoon into the top and scooped up a lump with a
pecan. “Try.”
    He held the spoon out, stared straight at him, and Adam was
instantly, definitely, happily sure. He wrapped his mouth around the spoon and
clamped down. When Tomas tried to pull back, Adam didn’t let the spoon go for a
long moment. Once he had, he chewed and swallowed, the cold, sweet ice cream
slipping down his lust-thickened throat.
    “More?” Tomas said huskily.
    Everything this guy said was suggestive. Or is it just me
taking it that way? “I’d love some more,” he croaked.
    “Let’s sit on couch.”
    He watched as Tomas rose languidly to his feet and then he
followed, his gaze pinned to the guy’s butt. They sat and Tomas put the
container on the coffee table. He scooped out another spoonful but instead of
offering it to Adam, he sucked off the ice cream, dropped the spoon and grabbed
the back of Adam’s neck to pull his head forward. Their lips crashed together
and his mouth opened as Tomas’ tongue shoved forward. OhGodohGodohGod. Cold ice cream, warm mouth, sweetness spreading as the ice cream melted.
Already hard, Adam’s cock turned to granite while his heart battered his