Page 66 of Out of Control

The mere thought of it reduced him to nearly caveman levels of thought. Assuming cavemen tended to think in simple declarative sentences and lustful images.

A hand touched his waist, and he about jumped out of his skin.

“You okay? Didn’t mean to startle you,” Drago murmured.

“I’m a little tense. It’s not often I almost get blown up and then find out someone on the good-guy team is doing surveillance on me.”

“You do realize that we’re not always the good guys on the world stage, right?”

Spencer sighed. “You know what I mean. I expect other Americans in our line of work to have my back. Not stab it.”

Drago snorted. “Welcome to my world, Captain Naïveté.” Drago’s hand slipped around his waist. When he didn’t move to throw it off, Dray must have taken that as permission to cuddle, because all of a sudden, Drago’s entire body pressed along the length of his back.

Oh God. Spooning with Drago. They were spooning. And it felt amazing. Spencer’s breathing accelerated to light speed, and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to slow it down.

Drago’s hand splayed across his belly and slowly, slowly drifted lower. If it was possible for human abs to turn to stone, his did. “What are you doing?” he gasped.

Dray’s hand stilled. “A few years ago I would have been seducing you. I would’ve grabbed your cock and pumped it up until you exploded. And somewhere in there, I’d have greased up your ass and buried my dick in you so deep, you could taste me in your throat.”

Oh God. If possible, he panted even harder and faster. “And now?” he managed to choke out.

The hand withdrew. Then the arm withdrew. Drago shifted his weight, pulling away from him. The bed creaked as if Dray had rolled over to face away from him.

“And now,” Drago ground out—it sounded as if he was clenching his teeth—“I’ve learned to play the long game and be patient. You always were coy about your sexuality. You wanted me to initiate everything so you didn’t have to take responsibility for any of it. I did dirty shittoyou. Neverwithyou. You were always the pure and innocent one who I debauched.”

“I didn’t think that—”

“Yes. You did. You still do. Otherwise you’d have already been climbing all over me. But you haven’t initiated contact at all other than that one kiss in the tunnel… for which I have no doubt you castigated yourself endlessly.”

Spencer opened his mouth to deny it, but Drago was not wrong about the kiss. He had chewed himself out pretty ruthlessly for that loss of control.

“Here’s the deal, Spencer. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I still want you. I’ll die wanting you. But I’m done being the fall guy for your hang-ups. We are both adults, and you can damned well take responsibility for what you want. If you want me, I’m right here. But you’re going to have to come and get me. All by yourself. Of your own free will. For no other reason than because you want it, not because I’m some evil seducer of innocent men.”

It was Spencer’s turn to roll over. He stared at the blackness where Drago’s back would be. “Wow. That’s quite a speech. How long did it take you to prepare that?”

“Don’t attack me because you’re mad that I’m right. It’s beneath you.”

Stung, he fell silent. Was Dray right? Had he been dodging owning up to what he really wanted? Was he striking out in fear rather than anger? Dang, this relationship stuff was hard. “Life was so much simpler before you came along,” he muttered.

“Are you talking about ten years ago, or now?”

“Both,” he answered sourly.

Drago laughed quietly. “You don’t have to sound so disgruntled about it. I can’t help it if I’m the perfect man for you. Believe me, I’ve wished on many occasions that I wasn’t.”

“You? Perfect for me?” he blurted in disbelief. Drago Thorpe made him completely crazy.

“Of course. Same way you’re perfect for me. We’re similar enough to really get each other, but different enough that we don’t see all of our own worst flaws in each other. We’d be dynamite as a couple, and you know it as well as I do. That’s why I scare the living hell out of you.”

“Scare—” he spluttered. “I’m a US fucking Navy SEAL. Very little in this world scares me, thank you very much.”

“And yet here you are, lying beside me, so petrified that you can’t even touch me, let alone do the things to me that you’d freaking love to.”

Damn him. Spencer threw his arm across Drago’s waist, dragged Dray’s muscular body back against his, slipped his hand inside Drago’s waistband, and grabbed the man’s cock. Which, no surprise, was hard and practically pulsing with lust. Drago’s pelvis rocked forward against his hand and then backward, pressing the firm globes of his ass temptingly against Spencer’s crotch.

Dray’s hips stilled. “Are you gonna do something about it or just hang on to it?”

“You’re such a jerk,” Spencer muttered.

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