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he would already be on his knees, Grey might just have to take a taste of what those tight ass cheeks kept hidden; then he would turn Sirus around, smash his face into the guy’s crotch and get high on the musky smell of man he hadn’t felt overtake his nostrils for far too long. Grey could practically taste the salty perspiration bathing his tongue.
    Crash!
    His mind fully on licking Sirus all over, Grey tripped over a wire cutting across the workroom and took a nosedive right for the floor, just thinking fast enough to throw his hands out and brace his fall. The heels of his hands took the impact, and then slid in a layer of sawdust and wood shavings, sending his chin right into the floor with a skull-jarring thud.
    Shit.
    “Shit.” Sirus spun around and dropped to the floor beside Grey. “You scared the hell out of me.” He put his hands on Grey’s shoulders, slid them along his arms, then touched over his back, feeling him all over, sending a shock of pure awareness through Grey that even two layers of clothing and a humiliating pratfall could not mask. “Are you all right?”
    Heat burned a fast path up Grey’s neck to his face. “Nothing disappearing into a hole forever wouldn’t cure,” he mumbled under his breath.
    Sirus stretched his upper body and reached for the shelf under his worktable, pushing a button on a small tape deck that killed the rock music. Sudden, absolute silence took over the space, making Grey aware of just how loud the music had been. Right now, he wished for the pounding to his eardrums back in a flash.
    Sirus slid right back to Grey’s side. “What did you say?” He put his hands under Grey’s armpits and hauled Grey to his feet, as if Grey’s six-feet, one hundred ninety-five pound frame were nothing. Sirus started dusting off Grey’s jacket. “I’m sorry.” He went down Grey’s shoulders and arms and then turned Grey’s hands over, palms face up. “I like the music loud while I work and I didn’t hear what you said. Oh, here,” he took Grey’s elbow and guided him to a sink tucked into the front corner of the room, “your palms are a little raw. You should wash them off, just to be safe.” Sirus turned the water on and reached under the oversized tub, coming up with a thick, white bar of soap.
    “Thanks.” Grey took the offered soap and tried to control the rushing tingle as Sirus’s callused fingers grazed his. “Uh, yeah, I didn’t say anything of value before.” He tore his attention away and put it on washing his hands, careful to keep his wrapped finger dry. “Just cursing myself for tripping.”
    “Sorry about that.” Sirus reached to his left, hooked a shirt in his fingers, and dragged it to his side. He untwisted the faded black material and put the shirt on, but left it hanging open. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the table next to the sink, the picture of masculine confidence and cool that Grey usually always possessed.
    “It’s okay.” It grated on Grey’s nerves that Sirus affected calm so easily while he couldn’t seem to find it in himself when he was near this man.
    Clearly unaware of the turmoil going on inside Grey, Sirus smiled and raised a brow.
    “It’s just me working in here, and I’m to the point where I instinctually know where everything is so that I don’t trip or step into anything. I didn’t know you were there or I would have warned you about the extension wire.”
    Grey raised a brow right back. “I think I’ll live.” He turned off the water, dried his hands on a threadbare towel hanging on a hook above the basin, and then held out his palms in Sirus’s direction. “See? They’re not even scraped. Just a little bit red.”
    Sirus chuckled, the sound rumbling up from deep inside his body. “Glad to hear it.”
    He gave Grey a half smile that somehow transformed the devastating hardness of his face. “I’d hate to have to explain to your sister that I’d caused you injury on your first vacation