Equation for Love by Sutherland, Fae (13 ebook reader TXT) 📗

He was a little bit embarrassed Liam was seeing him in his pajamas, but at the same time grateful because the thin cotton of his pajama pants allowed Liam's searing mouth to be far more thoroughly enjoyed than otherwise. His brain started to wander down the path of the different heat transferring properties of cotton as opposed to other fabrics, but Liam's tongue was suddenly on his lower abdomen and Liam's hands were dragging his pajamas down and Skye forgot what he'd beenthinkingabout.

"Ohhh..." He shuddered, breath hitching. The pajamas ended up bunched around Skye's thighs and his cock sprang free--hard, and slick at the tip, and seeming to beg Liam's mouth to pretty please suck it. Or maybe it was onlySkye's imagination.

Liam grinned up at him, lips brushing almost chastely across the head. "You did miss me last night, didn't you, my own?" He licked his lips, and Skye's knees went weak at the expression on Liam's face-what does it taste like? His mouth watered remembering what Liam's cock tasted like. Did he taste as good to Liam?

"I did...I don't think that's anything to do with my, um..." He gestured, shrugging. "I don't think I can be held responsible for that."

Liam laughed, shaking his head as he wrapped his fingers around the base of Skye's cock. "Is that my fault, too? More penance, I think, then. I'mjust racking up the sins, it seems."

Skye opened his mouth to respond, but whatever he'd been about to say flew out ofhis head when, in the next moment, Liam's hot, wet mouth engulfed his cock from base to tip, and Skye almost fell over. Would have, if not for the wall holding him up. God bless the

wall.He pressed his hands against the wall, panting

heavily. "Liam, oh... Sir, Liam please, I think...can

we..."Liam lifted his head, and God, the way his cock

slipped out of Liam's mouth with an obscene, wet sound made Skye die inside. It was dirty and sexy and he didn't even know what else... It was alljust so much.

"Can we what, my own?" Liam's hands started stroking, almost idly, like he couldn't stop himself from touching Skye, making him feel good, even for a few seconds.

Skye shivered.

"I...I think I might fall."He laughed a little because it sounded ridiculous, but it was true. "Can we... My bedroom's right up there, you remember?" He pointed up toward the loft.

Liam smiled--he had the most beautiful smile--and pushed to his feet. He tugged Skye's pajamas up as he rose and thengrabbed his hand. "I do remember. Come with me, my own. As much as I like the idea of pleasuring you until you can no longer stand, the bed sounds like a better idea."

Skye wished he hadn't said anything because being pleasured until he couldn't stand? It sounded like a winning plan, to be honest. But they were already halfway up the stairs, and besides...maybe if they were in bed...maybe Liam would stay this time? He remembered waking up the morning after the club and the breath-takingdisappointment at Liam's absence.

He should get used to it, Skye knew, but he refused to think in terms of failing. His plan was to make Liam fall in love with him, just like Lindy had told him to. He'd for sure never get very far if he spent all his time preparingto fail.

Bolstered by his internal pep talk, Skye tugged on Liam's hand at the top of the stairs and when Liam turned, he wrapped himself around the other man, kissinghimboldly.

Liam groaned in response and turned to pin him against the wall. Skye loved how he did that. It was such a controlling move, dominating--it made his knees weaken. Liam took control of the kiss in a heartbeat, and before Skye knew it, his pajama pants were on the floor and his T-shirt was gone, tossed somewhere out of sight. Maybe over the railing... Who knew? Who cared?

All Skye cared about was the fact he was naked, Liamwas kissing himsenseless and he was pretty sure, even as an inexperienced former virgin, that this was not the reaction of an escort to his client's hurt feelings. Liam cared. He had to. Skye didn't believe for a second that tonight was about anything other than Liam seeking to make amends and apologize in his own way for whatever had caused him to no-show the night before.

Skye had all kinds of theories about what the reason for the no-show was. Hopeful, probably naïve, crazy theories about feelings and fears and boundaries crossed into dangerous territory. Lindy would say he was a fool. A week ago, he would have agreed. But that was last week.

This week, there was Liam and everything had changed.

He laughed breathlessly when Liam broke the kiss and tugged him toward the bed, which Skye wished he'd taken the time to neaten and make presentable beforehand. Well, he hadn't known Liam was coming and it wasn't as if it would stay neat anyway. It was hard to regret anything about his bed when Liam tumbled him down onto it and rocked hard and sultry betweenhis thighs. God, the mandrove himcrazy.

He was wearing too many damned clothes. Skye tugged and yanked at Liam's T-shirt, raking it up and baring gorgeous, golden skin. Long and lean with muscles deceptively strong. Liam might not be one of those gym bunny types, but Skye liked his leaner, whipcord strong build even more. Far more. Good God, just looking at Liam did things to Skye no one else had ever done.

The kiss broke and they were both panting. Liam grinned down at him, chuckling while Skye proceeded to yank his T-shirt off over his head. "Impatient little wanton, aren't we?"

Skye lifted his head and gave his jaw a bite. "It's your fault."

Liam slid his hand up Skye's side and across his chest, giving his nipple a light twist that sent shivers down Skye's spine. "My fault, is it? What, because I didn't give