#Junkie (GearShark #1)(56)

His erection wasn’t the only thing I felt, though. I felt the weakness in his knees and the tremble in his hands.

He was scared.

I understood that probably better than anyone. This was unchartered territory for both of us, and I didn’t want to f*ck it up.

Drew and I were friends first, and whatever this was… that was second. He needed my friendship right now more than I needed to ravage his lips.

I wanted to know what he was thinking. What he was feeling. If he was as totally lost in me as I was in him.

Fat chance.

But a guy could dream, couldn’t he?

He was still against the wall, looking a little shell-shocked. I retreated, giving him back the personal space I was oh so happy to invade.

“Want some coffee?” I asked, grabbing some mugs out of the cabinet and turning my back to him. Once I was totally turned, I reached into my jeans and adjusted my junk. I was still rock hard.

Clearly, my dick didn’t agree it was a good idea to give Drew some space.

“Uh, sure,” he answered.

I poured the rich liquid into two mugs and added the correct amount of cream and sugar. When I was finished, it seemed like the simple task hadn’t taken long enough. Electricity still sizzled in the air, and my heart was still thudding erratically.

I leaned back against the counter’s edge and looked across the room. “Where is everyone?”

“Not here,” he said. His eyes sought mine. “Won’t be back ‘til Sunday night.”

Well, that answer wasn’t going to help soften up my dick.

He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath his skin. Once again, I felt my eyes lingering on the light-colored scruff on his jaw.

“I like you unshaven,” I blurted out. I reared back like I’d punched myself in the face. I wasn’t the type to say stupid shit. I was the type that kept it all contained.

He was unraveling me.

I worried my obvious attraction to his facial hair would be too much.

I underestimated him. His teeth flashed, and a warm, almost flirty chuckle bubbled from between his lips. Drew rubbed his palm over his chin and neck.

It made me jealous.

“Yeah?”

I bobbed my head, not trusting my tongue enough to not say something else I might regret.

“Noted,” he murmured. The blue of his eyes narrowed on my face, his gaze dropping to my lips.

He liked kissing me.

Euphoria made me lightheaded, and I covered my smile by turning back to pick up the mugs. When I carried them across the room, Drew’s eyes followed me, like he was hungry.

This is good. Let him think about it. Let him want without any pressure.

Everyone knew a warm engine went faster than a cold one.

“Wanna watch a movie?” I asked and extended the mug between us.

Surprise flickered in his eyes. Like he couldn’t believe we’d just devoured each other’s faces and now I was handing him coffee and suggesting a movie. I wanted to laugh out loud.

Did he want me to jump him?

Christ, I wanted to.

“Sure,” he finally said, straightening and reaching for the cup. I made sure our fingers didn’t brush when I handed it over.

The living room was dark; the only light was what came in from the kitchen. I knew the room well and didn’t need much light to guide me, so I didn’t bother to turn on the lamp. The dark might make it easier for him to think anyway.

The couch was across from the flat-screen hanging above the fireplace. In front of it was a white-painted coffee table we weren’t supposed to put our feet on. Ivy said so.

I set the coffee down, grabbed the remote, and sank into the cushions. Seconds later, I kicked off the shoes I was still wearing and propped my feet up on the table.

The back of the couch had some furry throw draped over it, and I leaned my head back against it while I flipped through the channels.

Drew was hovering close beside the couch, and I knew he was trying to decide if he was going to sit on it with me or in a nearby chair. I’d purposely left a lot of space on the end of the sofa.

“There’s a Terminator marathon on.” I motioned toward the screen. “I haven’t seen these in a long time.”

“It’s because the new Terminator just came out on DVD not very long ago,” Drew said and plopped down on the couch.

Score!

“Yeah? Sweet. We can rent it after we watch all these.”

Seconds later, his feet joined mine on the table (we weren’t touching), and it felt like a small victory. Hanging out like this was normal for us. Whatever normal was.

It was a good movie, entertaining. But I could only be entertained by it so much because part of my brain was so focused on his presence. On the way he smelled, the rhythm of his breathing. Every time he moved, I felt it. I was so attuned to his every move it was making me crazy.

Toward the end of the first movie, one of the more memorable lines came up, and we both quoted it along with the actor.

Both of us laughed and went for a high-five.

Only he didn’t let go.

The second our palms smacked together, Drew’s hand rotated and wrapped around mine.

My stomach literally dropped. Like I’d just jumped off a cliff.

Our hands lowered toward the cushions between us, and then tentatively, Drew threaded his fingers through mine.