An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(58)

Vic arched his eyebrows. “Really? That’s it? That’s what you have on your mind? You saw my bald head—the same bald head I’ve had since the first night we met, I might add—and you’re wondering now if I shave it?”

“Humor me.”

Vic frowned. “Okay, fine. I started losing my hair when I was nineteen. It sucked. All my friends had these thick, full heads of hair, and there was me with a receding hairline. It got to the point where I figured, to hell with it, and I shaved it all off. I blame it on genetics. My dad used to do everything he could to cover it up. He tried comb-overs. He bought those stupid products that promised a full head of hair but only ended up looking like you rubbed shoe polish over your scalp. There was no way I was going down that route.” He grinned. “And besides, a lot of people think it looks sexy.”

“Oh, it does,” Rob whispered.

Vic blinked, then recovered. “You should see how it feels. Why not go ahead and touch it?”

Rob’s hand trembled as he reached out and lightly rubbed his fingers over Vic’s scalp. The skin was warm and soft, unlike Rob’s dick, which was suddenly hard. It took him a few moments to realize he was stroking Vic’s head, and he jerked his hand away. Vic, the bastard, was still grinning.

God, those lips. They were so full. So tempting. Even if Rob had wanted to stop himself, he couldn’t have.

“Vic?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I’ve been as patient as I could possibly be.”

Vic snorted. “That’s a good one. Go on, tell me another.”

Rob ignored him. “I’m not good at subtle. Usually if I want someone, I buy them drinks, invite them out, and you know the rest. No real gray areas in those conversations. But with you? I’m not sure how I’m supposed to act or what I should do.”

Vic stilled. “What do you mean?”

Rob sighed. God, do I have to do everything? “Why haven’t you tried anything with me? Is it because you don’t want me? I mean, I think you do. I see the way you look at me.”

Vic blinked again, then took a deep breath. He got up from the table where they were sitting and walked over to the fridge. “Yes, Rob. I do want you. But like I said, this isn’t about sex. It’s about helping you to—”

Fuck it. Rob was out of his chair like a shot. He strode across to Vic, grabbed hold of his beard, and yanked him down into a fierce kiss, their mouths colliding.

Vic stiffened for all of a millisecond, then went with it.

The kiss was… weird, but a good weird. Vic’s well-trimmed beard itched and tickled, but Rob liked it. He clung desperately to Vic, sliding his tongue into Vic’s mouth and swirling it around. God, he tasted heavenly. Rob pushed him back until they reached the kitchen wall. Vic had apparently recovered from his shock. His tongue pressed between Rob’s lips, all heat and dominance, and Rob allowed it. Vic could kiss, that was for sure.

It wasn’t enough. Rob wanted more. He slid his hands up Vic’s chest, fascinated by the taut muscle, not the soft flesh he was used to. Vic groaned, and Rob loved it. But then Vic broke the kiss and stepped back, wiping a hand over his mouth.

What the fuck?




ROB TASTED every bit as good as Vic had imagined, but fuck…. Those warm lips and probing tongue lit a fire inside him, and it had taken every ounce of Vic’s effort not to bend Rob over the nearest flat surface, drag his jeans down over that firm arse, and plow into him from behind. But as far as he knew, Rob hadn’t been with a man before, and that thought was enough to have Vic applying the brakes. He fought hard to regain his composure and awaited the many questions he felt sure were about to spill from Rob’s lips.

“Why the hell did you stop?” Rob complained.

Okay, maybe not so many questions.

Then it struck home. Rob had liked it.

Fuck it. Vic spun Rob around until it was his back against the wall, and dove in. The eager sounds that poured from Rob’s mouth told Vic he’d had the right idea, and Vic was more than happy to continue. Slow it down. Take your time. He pressed up against Rob, his face between Vic’s hands, and gentled the kiss. Rob evidently got the memo, and his breathing slowed, his hands on Vic’s neck and shoulders, rubbing, stroking, the tempo definitely more languid, more sensual.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Rob whispered into his mouth. He wound his arms around Vic’s waist and pulled Vic tighter against him. Vic brushed his lips over Rob’s neck, and a shiver ran the length of Rob’s body. Rob pushed against him, long enough for Vic to feel the hardness contained behind his jeans zipper.

Vic moved higher, kissing Rob’s ear. “Fuck is right. If we don’t stop soon, that’s exactly where this is going to lead,” he murmured. The fire inside him had cooled a little, and he knew he wasn’t about to do any such thing, but he had to gauge Rob’s state of arousal.

Rob pulled back far enough to meet Vic’s gaze, his pupils blown. “What’s wrong with that?” He gave Vic an evil grin. “Are you telling me you can’t perform?”

Vic chuckled. “God, you can be such a brat.” He reached down to cup Rob’s arse, rubbed firmly down the seam of his jeans, and pressed into his crease. “And since you ask, nothing’s wrong with that, except that it would be my cock going in here.” He pressed again, and Rob shuddered. “Or did that scenario not occur to you?”