“Don’t turn away.” Greer took a step forward, wishing Dallas would too. When had the stakes so completely changed? Greer’s hammering heart aligned with his mindful determination, something he wasn’t sure had ever happened before. He let out a steadying breath, absorbing a natural, internal balance for the first time in his life.
Dallas’s haunted gaze traveled hungrily up the length of Greer’s body until it settled on his lips. The green alluring depths reflected immense desire, along with shame and resignation.
“You’re gay,” Greer said, barely above a whisper.
Dallas wasn’t a liar, no matter the dozen I’m straight messages he’d received. Did he choose to be one in that moment? Greer waited for his response.
“I’ve tried not to be.” The defeat of his confession had the handsome cyclist’s shoulders sagging in despair.
An overpowering need to comfort Dallas had Greer moving forward, closing the distance between them. Greer didn’t pause or close his eyes as he lifted slightly on his toes and chastely pressed his lips against Dallas’s soft, warm mouth.
“You’re safe here. I promise.” Those words caused Dallas’s big body to shudder and a small moan-filled puff of breath escaped his full lips. Greer felt Dallas’s dick thicken. How in the fuck had Dallas held such tight control over the natural instincts of his body?
A whisper-soft caress coasted over Greer’s mouth and skin, sending vibrating tingles racing along his body. “Kiss me.”
Those long, soul-destroying eyelashes swept closed, and Dallas gripped Greer’s hips with strong hands. His hold was so tight that Greer felt the fierceness of Dallas’s internal battle.
Dallas tugged him flush against his body. Greer’s heart slammed against his rib cage. He splayed his palms over Dallas’s expansive chest, caressing a heated trail over each of those hard pecs, moving up until he could slip his hands around Dallas’s neck. The entire move was designed to keep Dallas engaged and close as he gave his trainer time to reconcile his thoughts.
Greer tangled his fingers in the short silky strands of Dallas’s hair, holding him in place as he lifted again. He traced his tongue across the seam of those perfectly proportioned lips. Their first genuine kiss. The imprint of this memory would last forever.
Determined to do it right, even if it killed him, Greer licked and nipped at the full lips, tasting and teasing with promises of all the sinful secrets to come. Now…if Dallas would only open his mouth.
The earth shifted under Greer’s feet when those plump lips finally parted, granting him what he’d craved since he laid eyes on this man the very first time.
Chapter 17
Dallas hadn’t intended to kiss Greer. He certainly hadn’t meant to pull Greer against his body or feel his same overwhelming need reflected back at him. Yet, from the second Greer’s haunting lips touched his, every bit of desire that had beat at him all evening—hell, that had tortured him since the minute he’d met this man—had Dallas opening under Greer’s tender persuasion.
With no hesitation, Greer swept his tongue forward, taking ownership of Dallas’s very soul. His heart melted despite all the reasons this was a bad idea.
Only one thing mattered, Greer’s tongue moving over his, delving deep inside his mouth, chasing away all the self-condemnation. Dallas was helpless to fight against the longing. Something primal and carnal created a balance inside him, all from Greer’s irresistible kiss.
All Dallas knew was he wanted Greer more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. Greer’s strong arms slid around Dallas’s waist, holding him tightly, taking all the control. Their dance of tongue and teeth turned frenzied. He savored the domination, the force of Greer’s determination eagerly guiding him through their shared moment.
The uneasy desperation of hiding from his true self slipped away, leaving his nerve endings igniting and sweeping desire skidding across each fiber of who he was as a man. Fireworks exploded behind his closed eyes.
Greer held too much power over him. More power than even the weight of all the discipline and lectured teachings, warning him against this improper behavior. None of that mattered one iota. For some reason, it helped justify the decision to have a one-night hookup. Tonight, Greer was in control, tomorrow Dallas knew the regret would come, and he’d deal with it then.
Dallas wrapped himself around Greer, bending into the man, taking everything offered while he nudged Greer backward toward the oversized sofa. His body’s need guiding his every action.
There was a familiarity between them. They kissed like they’d been doing it for years. Greer countered every touch Dallas made with one of his own. The back of Greer’s knees hit the sofa, and Dallas cradled Greer as he lowered them down, already addicted to the sweet kisses that were better than anything in his wet dreams.
Dallas crawled down on top of Greer, straddling his firm thighs, only breaking from the kiss to suck gulps of air into his oxygen-deprived lungs. Greer’s jewel-toned gaze searched his face while his fingers threaded through Dallas’s hair, drawing him forward again. He kept Dallas positioned just so, to better reach his neck.