Page 59 of Body Check

Should shift back or get up or doanythingto put more space between them but he was so comfortable and his bones had liquified and really, it was fine. Just because they were in Gavin’s bed andcuddling, that was no cause for concern.

They were on the same page about what this meant.

Weren’t they?

TWELVE

Gavin was still floating in a haze of post-orgasm bliss when Dakota pulled away. He cracked his eyes open to squint at him.

“You know,” Dakota said, propping himself up on one elbow and shifting away. “I thought I was supposed to be doing all the work tonight.”

Gavin shot him a tired grin. “Sorry. Got carried away, I guess.”

“Mmm,” Dakota said, his tone doubtful.

“I mean it.” Gavin reached out and tucked Dakota’s hair behind his ear. “You can take over on the next round.”

Dakota huffed. “So you say …”

“Give me like … half an hour, forty minutes or so."

Dakota glanced at the nightstand, narrowing his eyes. “Do you know what time it is?”

Gavin let his head loll to the side and squinted at it. “Late as fuck.”

Dakota huffed again. “Yes. And I need to get back to my place before the trains going to Quincy stop for the night. Or I’m going to have to pay for a ride share there.”

“I’d call a car for you, if you want.”

Dakota looked unimpressed. “Let’s not make things more complicated by adding money to it.”

Gavin bit his lip against the argument that the twenty-five-to-thirty-dollar price tag was hardly going to make or break anything for him and really, money was theleastof the complications they had to worry about. He didn’t see either going over well though. “Well, can you stay alittlelonger at least?”

Dakota sat up. “I suppose. What did you have in mind in the meantime?”

“I thought I’d offer you a tour of my place. It has a hell of a view.”

“I bet it does.” Dakota stood and reached for something on the floor, coming away with his underwear.

Gavin hadn’t meant right this second but apparently, Dakota wasn’t in the mood to linger in bed.

With a groan, he heaved himself upright.

“Yeahhh, I really should have let you do the work earlier,” he admitted. As much as he usually liked the soreness he experienced after workouts, he was definitely feeling the strain now.

“Little latenow,” Dakota teased.

He stood by the bed in his underwear, hair mussed and mouth slightly reddened from the abrasion of Gavin’s beard.

Fuck, he looked good.

Gavin stepped closer, dipping his head to kiss him. He’d meant it to be quick, but it lingered, growing lazy, and though neither of them were hard by the time Gavin finally pulled away, the heavy-lidded look in Dakota’s eyes was enough to tell Gavin he wasn’t far off.

It would take Gavin a while longer to get there, but damned if he wouldn’t try. Maybe next time, he should see if the Viagra he’d taken occasionally when he and Rory had especially intense marathon sessions had expired …

“You’re really into kissing,” Dakota commented when Gavin drew back. He touched his lips.

Gavin raised an eyebrow. “You mind?”

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