Page 135 of Perfect Storm
Babenot during sex was new. It made Aidan hot under the collar.
He hadn’t thought it would be so difficult to resist a seduction. But then resisting Levi’s seduction was another thing entirely.
“Um,” Aidan hesitated.
Levi shifted on the couch, and the neon pink fabric of his shorts crawled up his thighs, revealing another inch of skin.
“Fuck,” Aidan muttered under his breath. He was moving to the couch before he even registered that he’d given in.
“That’s better,” Levi said smugly, like he knew just how much he was leading Aidan around by the dick.
Damnit, that shouldn’t have been hot. But it was getting Aidan there, for sure.
“Let’s play,” Levi said, reaching out for the controllers. He handed one to Aidan, and when he settled back onto the couch, his arm was around the back of the couch, his fingertips brushing the edge of Aidan’s shoulder. It wasn’t much of a touch, but it lit him on fire.
Aidan made the mistake of glancing down, and the stupid neon pink fabric of Levi’s shorts was cupping his dick, clearlyhalf hard and getting harder by the second. Just because Aidan was sitting pressed up against him.
Aidan was not proud. He scrambled back, Levi eyeing him steadily the whole time. Like he’d known exactly how he was seducing Aidan and also like Aidan panicking was hardly surprising.
“Dude,” Levi said flatly. He tossed his controller onto the coffee table. “What the fuck is going on with you?”
Aidan licked his lips. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“And doing a piss-poor job of it if you’re running away from me,” Levi retorted.
Aidan opened his mouth and then snapped it shut again. “I can’t. I want to, but Ican’t.”
“Why the fuck not? You want me, I can tell. The shorts never fail.”
“The shorts are . . .” Aidan glanced down at them again and felt his heart rate pick up. “We’re gonna revisit the shorts, for sure.”
“Why not visit themnow?” Levi asked.
“I can’t,” Aidan repeated. “I can’t, not until you know about Mo.”
It was crazy how fast Levi’s expression morphed from amused seduction to something intensely feral.
“What about Mo?” he demanded.
God, this was not the way he’d wanted to do this. In a ratty T-shirt and a pair of shorts that had seen better days, in his living room,Mario Kartmusic playing in the background.
Levi wearing neon pink shorts.Justneon pink shorts.
It was either the most awful atmosphere for romance or the most perfect moment forthem. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe that was really what Riley had been trying to say. That the extra half second didn’t matter, in this, and maybe he only needed to just make the throw.
“The other night, Mo told me that he might’ve been wrong.”
“Wrong?” Levi asked flatly.
“About me. About his feelings.”
“And what, he loves you too, now?”
“Um well, maybe?” Aidan was vaguely aware he was not handling this well. The growing thundercloud on Levi’s face told the whole story.
Levi stood up suddenly. “I can’t listen to this,” he said, sounding awful.
A second later he was striding towards the door, like he was going to leavenow, only wearing that tiny pair of shorts. Aidan scrambled to follow him.
