“There’s, uh, someone in the closet. You should probably get them out.”
I glanced at the living room coat closet. “That one?”
Linc nodded and hurried away, a smile playing on his lips. Something about his expression struck me as strange. I turned on my heel and crossed the room to the closet. I pushed open the door but didn’t see anyone immediately. Then a shadow shifted in the back corner.
I stepped inside, the trickle of living room light spilling in to splash over the guy’s face.
“Finally,” he said, tone exasperated.
I blinked as recognition hit me, followed quickly by surprise as he fisted my shirt and yanked me close.
“Kev—” I started to say.
My words were cut short as he went up on his toes, his mouth catching mine. I gasped, shocked to feel his full lips at last, that slender frame pressed tight against me.
Then his tongue swept into my mouth.
That was when my mind shut off and my body took over. I grabbed his face and kissed him back with every ounce of pent-up need I had. Years’ worth of longing and lust poured forth as we stumbled into the back wall, mouths still latched, hands roaming.
I palmed Kevin’s ass, squeezing it with a groan of delight, and he slid his hands under my shirt, caressing my back.
By the time we broke apart, we were both gasping for air, eyes wide with shock.
“You’re not Mark,” Kevin said, stunned. “I mean, of course you aren’t. You’re too tall, and too broad, and too…” He licked his glossy lips, his gaze eating me up, blue eyes shockingly vivid in contrast to his dark eyeliner. “He said he would join me in a minute, but you— You’re not him.”
“No,” I rasped. “I, uh…the party was over, and I heard someone was in here so…”
My eyes lingered on his lips. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to kiss him again.
Kevin smiled coyly, and it reminded me of an expression I’d only seen on his face once before, when he’d been dressed in drag. It was bold. Flirtatious. Maybe a little challenging.
“We were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. We’ve only used about two minutes so far. That leaves five more…” He raised an eyebrow. “What do you say, Garrett? Want to play?”
Hearing him say my first name in that tone sent a shiver down my spine. Watching him sink to his knees in front of me destroyed any sensible thoughts I might have had about not crossing lines.
With shaking hands, I unfastened my jeans and watched as the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen licked his shiny red lips.
I’d been hesitant to explore my attraction to men. Something had held me back, and now I knew for certain exactly what it had been.
I’d been waiting for the most beautiful person I’d ever met.
Waiting for Kevin.