Crash Pad (10 page)

The kiss had all the eagerness of a first press of mouths heightened by the joy of rediscovery and honesty. Jamie sighed and parted his lips, accepting Remy’s tongue. The kiss carried the spicy sweet of ginger. It was heartfelt. It was exciting and hot, and his body ran with it.

Remy groaned into Jamie’s mouth. Jamie could feel Remy getting lost in the kiss, hands tightening, heart pounding. Any second now this would progress from prelude to foreplay and beyond.

Remy broke away, panting. “I want you.”

The roughened words went straight to Jamie’s cock.
Just tell him what you want.

There was no good way to reconcile
let’s take it slow
with
let’s go to bed
. They’d crossed the line from casual contact to intimacy in a heartbeat. But if this was truly a rewind to the start, a new beginning based on mutual understanding, maybe Jamie could let things proceed.

“I want you too.” Jamie rested his forehead against Remy’s.

Remy gave a husky laugh. “Thank God. I’ve wanted you all afternoon. Honestly, I’ve been lying awake at night wanting you for the last three weeks.”

“Going to bed with me?”

“Well, yes, but no. You. I’ve wanted
you
.” Remy planted a kiss on Jamie’s brow. “Don’t get me wrong, the sex was amazing and I want that too. But what I really wanted—what I
missed
—was having you around. The best thing that ever happened to me was running into you that day at the park.”

Satisfaction warmed Jamie inside. This could be something good, something worth sacrificing an ankle to have. “So…can I crash at your pad tonight?”

“As many nights as you want.”

Loose Id Titles by Whitley Gray

Crash Pad

High Concept

Midwinter Night’s Dream

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Stacking the Deck

(an
Eostre’s Baskets
story)

Whitley Gray

Whitley lives in the Rocky Mountain West, and works at a major medical center. Her medically based stories involve events that *ahem* never take place in a real hospital. She has a very understanding family, who put up with long sojourns at the computer and bring her ice cream.