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as Saul pulled to his feet and tucked
his cock back into his pants. "Saul…" he whispered. "I
want…"
    He trailed off, not even knowing what to ask for. However,
Saul didn't seem to be taken aback by this repeat show of indecision. He
grinned and said, "Don't worry, baby. I know exactly what you want."
    Was it Gavin's impression or did Saul's eyes glow gold? Were
his teeth just a little sharper than they should have been? Nah, he was
imagining things. His desire and anxiety were getting to his head. Hell, he
didn't even think he could walk out of the elevator, let alone be a rational
person.
    As it turned out, Gavin didn't have to walk. Saul picked him
up in his arms, carrying him with ease. As he stepped out of the elevator, he
was already retrieving his keycard, all the while still holding Gavin with no
trouble whatsoever. And Gavin found himself relaxing, because he felt so safe
and cared for, more so than ever before.
    Saul opened the door to the condo and carried him inside.
Gavin didn't see much of the residence, because Saul didn't bother to give him
the tour. He just raced directly for the bedroom and placed Gavin down on the
biggest four poster Gavin had ever seen in his life.
    Before Gavin even knew what was going on, Saul joined him on
the mattress and pounced on him. When their lips met again, Gavin forgot all
about his misgivings and lost himself in Saul's mastery of him.
    Saul's taste drugged him, harsh, sharp and virile. He was a
big man, but he somehow managed to keep his full weight off Gavin. His hands
already slid under Gavin's t-shirt, leaving trails of fire over every inch of
skin they touched. For his part, Gavin tried to mimic Saul as best he could,
tangling his tongue with that of the older man and clutching helplessly at
Saul's garments. Somewhere at the back of his mind, his rational side tsked at
him, reminding him that an experienced guy like Saul would want more than such
clumsy attempts.
    Gavin couldn't stop now, and in fact he didn't even want to.
When Saul broke the kiss so that both of them could breathe, Gavin found his
voice and said, "I want to suck your cock."
    Saul made a wounded noise, like Gavin's words physically hurt
him. "Shit. Yeah. God… What you do to me."
    Saul's incoherence somehow made Gavin feel powerful, but that
faded when his soon-to-be lover pulled away. Gavin tried to protest, but Saul
didn't even give him the chance. He started to rip off his clothing so quickly
Gavin had trouble following his motions. Then again, taking into account the
level of arousal clouding his brain, listing the letters of the alphabet would
have been a problem.
    And watching Saul strip really didn't help Gavin's control.
Once Saul discarded his shirt, Gavin couldn't help but reach for him, trailing
his fingers over the lines of his six-pack. Saul growled, something which Gavin
was beginning to get accustomed to. "Baby, you're playing with fire."
    The sensual threat translated into a near-palpable caress for
Gavin's over-sensitized body. "Maybe I want to get burned."
    He'd never been able to talk dirty, and whenever he tried, it
just made him giggle. That much hadn't change. He snickered and coincidentally,
the sound came out just as his lover was discarding his pants.
    Saul crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes,
shooting Gavin an affronted look. "Oh, I take it my dick is funny to you
now."
    Gavin would have been worried that he'd accidentally offended
Saul, but he saw the twinkle of playfulness in Saul's eyes. Ironically, the
fact that Saul could laugh and tease even when they were in bed did what Saul's
pure sex appeal hadn't succeeded in.   Whatever fears he'd experienced in the elevator disappeared from his
mind and he stuck his tongue out at Saul. "Maybe. You're certainly taking
your time to do anything with it."
    Now naked, Saul rejoined Gavin on the bed and crawled toward
him. The play of his muscles reminded Gavin of a predator stalking his prey.
"Good things come to