“You really going to kiss me on the street where anyone can see?” asked Ian.
“You really have a recommendation, or should I get in my car and drive around until I find a motel?”
“Screw you; come home with me,” said Ian.
“I should probably do those in the opposite order.”
It took everything in Ian not to close the distance between them and kiss Gabe right there. He was frustrated and turned on and Gabe teasing him, taunting him, wanting him were all heating him up. Ian was too hot in his hoodie. He pulled back.
“I walked here.”
“Not far then,” said Gabe. “I like that.”
* * * *
Ian opened the door, flicked on the light, and stepped back to let Gabe in. The man grabbed him by the waist as he closed and locked the door, leaned in again. What the hell. Ian met Gabe’s lips with his own,
