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you.”
    “I apologise. My friends had invited my cousin and her, uh, fiancée for a short visit.
    They left an hour ago, and I came straight here after bidding them goodbye. I hope you don’t mind my not calling in advance.”
    “No, not all,” Chris said quickly, slightly in awe of Carlos’ formal manners. Was everyone in Spain this polite ?
    Carlos held out a hand to him, and Chris let himself be drawn into the taller man’s embrace. He sighed with happiness as he pressed his lips to the cool skin of Carlos’ neck, shivering with anticipation as the man’s mouth took his in a kiss that was both sweet and passionate.
    When finally Carlos pulled back slightly, he murmured, “Since we were together, I have thought of little else but when I would see you again. I’m sorry I did not call on you sooner.”
    Chris felt a surge of happiness at those words. He tilted his head back to receive another kiss, his arms encircling Carlos’ narrow waist, holding him tightly pressed to his own body.
    Once again, Chris felt like he was dreaming. He’d hoped for this, wished for it—and now, it had happened. Carlos was here holding him against his thrilling body, kissing him breathless, making him weak at the knees—and hot damn, but it felt so good! Everything about this man had him enthralled. Not just his beautiful face and body. It was more than that. It was his warmth and sincerity, and the way he made Chris feel needed— wanted .
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    “I’m so glad you’re here,” he murmured breathlessly, in between kisses.
    “I would like to ask you something,” Carlos said quietly.
    “Anything…”
    “Can we sit awhile? Perhaps drink a glass of wine?”
    “Sure.” Chris smiled at him happily. “I’ll get us a couple of glasses.” He ran behind the bar that separated the tiny kitchen from the living room and carefully brought two crystal glasses from one of the cabinets.
    Carlos eyed the glasses with faint surprise as Chris put them on the bar top. “They are very beautiful,” he said, sliding onto a bar stool.
    “My grandmother’s.” Chris sighed sadly. “She passed a year ago and left me these, and some other stuff that I keep at my parents’ house.”
    Carlos picked up the glass by its delicate stem. “Very old, too.”
    “Yeah, antique. I think they were her grandmother’s. I only use them for special occasions—like tonight.” He smiled at Carlos and handed him a corkscrew. “ Very special occasions…”
    Carlos returned his smile. “Thank you.” He opened the wine bottle and poured a small amount into one of the glasses. He passed the glass to Chris. “Try a little, savour it.” He watched as Chris inhaled the bouquet then took a tiny sip, letting the wine rest on his tongue before swallowing it slowly. Carlos gazed at him, enthralled by the sight of the muscles in Chris’ throat moving sensually under his skin. He felt his cock lengthen and harden. His need to taste Chris’ sweet blood, to possess him, was so powerful it almost overwhelmed him.
    With a supreme effort, he calmed himself and said, his voice low and husky, “You know how to appreciate a fine wine.”
    Chris grinned. “My folks own a vineyard in Santa Barbara. I was brought up appreciating good wine—and this is very nice. French I’d say, not Californian.”
    “I’m impressed. Chateau-Neuf-du-Pape , a good vintage.” He poured them both a glass.
    “So, if your parents are successful, why did you leave home?”
    “The idea is, once I get my MBA, I’ll handle the business accounts for them. I could have done all this in Santa Barbara, but I just wanted to get way for a while—you know, experience life a little before I settle into the business.”
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    “And have you experienced life a little?”
    “Not until I met you.” Chris blushed slightly. “I…I mean, you’ve made me more aware of…of what I want from my life.”
    Carlos raised his glass and