The Talented Mr. Rivers by Helenkay Dimon Read Free Book Online

punched a hole through Will’s control. Had him wanting to strip Hunter down and slide their bodies together.
    Not that he
should
say any of that. With strained trust and danger lurking all around, acting on the need seemed stupid. Still, something inside Will pushed. “You go right to the edge and pull back. I keep wondering if it’s fear or insecurity.”
    Hunter puts his hands on his hips as his eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to challenge me?”
    Will shrugged because he knew that would annoy Hunter. “Just seeing where your interests lie.”
    “If you’re talking about fucking—”
    “I am.” There it was. Right out there. It slipped out, which meant Will was done hiding it. It was time to be the one brave enough to say it.
    Silence screamed inside the room. Hunter’s body froze and his mouth fell into a thin line. For a second he didn’t move or speak. Didn’t even blink.
    The tension ratcheted up. Kept twisting as he started walking. Came right at Will and didn’t stop until their shoes touched. Until his hand skimmed down the front of Will’s shirt to land on his flat stomach.
    “Do you need some attention?” Hunter’s hand slid lower. Covered the front of Will’s zipper. “You could have said so.”
    “Hunter.” That’s all Will could get out. Air trapped in his lungs as heat thumped inside him.
    “You want me to service you?” Hunter’s mouth went to Will’s ear. Traced the outline, then sucked on the end.
    “Stop being an asshole.” Will put his hands on Hunter’s shoulders, thinking to shove him away, but his muscles wouldn’t work. His palms slid and his fingers dug into Hunter’s biceps. Tugged him in even closer.
    “I could use my hands.” Hunter cupped Will’s erection. Outlined the bulge, then squeezed. “Or my tongue.” He licked up the side of Will’s neck then bit down. Not hard, but enough that he would leave a mark.
    Hunter surrounded him. Backed him up until his ass hit the wall, then covered him, body against body. Let his hands slide over Will’s erection and his stomach. To his lower back, then ass.
    Will’s whole body pulsed with the need to rip their clothes off. To throw Hunter on the floor.
    Fuck the timing and the danger. Screw the lack of trust and all the questions. He was taking this. For all the nights he’d closed his eyes and pictured Hunter, to the way that deep voice skidded across his senses. This was going to happen.
    He plunged his fingers into Hunter’s hair and lifted his head. “Do it.”
    “You need to beg me.” Hunter said the words even as he lowered Will’s zipper.
    The clicking echoed through the room. In Will’s head.
    He leaned back and let the wall support him. Trying to tamp down the burning inside him, Will pulled Hunter’s face to his. Nipped at Hunter’s bottom lip. “I said do it.”
    Their mouths met. There was nothing slow or sweet about this kiss. They devoured each other. Teeth against teeth. Tongue sliding over tongue. It was feral and raw, their lips crossing and mouths open. When they lifted their heads they were both out of breath. Will could feel the thunder of his heartbeat in his ears. It matched the thump of Hunter’s under his hand.
    Will’s fingers went to Hunter’s pants but he grabbed only air. Hunter had shifted, dropped to his knees. He ripped Will’s pants open as he stared up. The intense gaze wasn’t hard to read. Hunter wanted this. Wasn’t going to stop.
    When Hunter’s hand slipped inside Will’s briefs, peeling the edge down, Will almost lost it. He balanced his head against the wall as the heat from Hunter’s hands and mouth enveloped him. Hunter licked the tip, teased with his tongue until Will’s hips lifted off the wall. Then he swallowed him. Took Will deep down his throat.
    The mix of touching and tasting had Will’s head spinning. His body ached for release. They’d been engaged in a form of subtle nontouching foreplay for months, stalking each other but not giving in, and his