He found Dom passed out on his back, his head lolling half off the pillow. He hadn’t even taken the time to put on the T-shirt still half-balled-up in his hand. Abe set the plate down on the nightstand and slowly worked to get Dom’s head back on the center, careful to keep it turned so the back of it, and his cheek, stayed clear.
Green eyes opened sleepily, then focused quickly. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Abe said, voice gruff and low. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. You’ve only been asleep about half an hour.”
“I’m the king of power naps—it was all I needed.”
“Oh yeah, then why is your voice slurred?”
“Drunk on love.” Dark red lashes batted at him.
Abe rolled his eyes, but his belly did a little, giddy flip-flop. He was going to love spending his life with this man. “Sit up and have your sandwich.”
But Dom didn’t move, other than to scoot closer to Abe, who sat on the edge of the bed. “So Garrett is downstairs and let me guess, someone will sooner or later be lurking outside?”
“Lurking?”
“If it’s Royce, it’s lurking. Have you paid any attention to the man at all? He’s got lurking down to an art.” He sniffed the air. “Smells like you guys got dinner cooking. Thanks. I didn’t mean to crash.”
“Eventful fucking day.”
“True, that.” Dom sighed and closed his eyes. “Are you taking off those clothes and getting into this bed or what?”
“Are you again trying to figure out if I’m up for some kind of sex?” Abe repeated Dom’s words from earlier. “You’re insatiable!”
“Are you complaining?”
“Fuck, no.”
“Because I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.” He proved the point by stroking his hands up Abe’s arms. “God, I love your arms.”
“Pretty attached to yours, too.”
He flexed one, making Abe laugh and lean over to press their lips together. He touched his tongue to Dom’s upper lip. He’d noticed whenever his tongue came out to play, Dom started to make the most interesting noises. He licked his bottom lip, then kissed the sexy scruff on his chin. He should have never waited so long to be with a man, because this was more awesome than he’d imagined.
Of course, that could be because his chemistry with Dom was off-the-charts hot.
The kisses grew hotter and Abe pulled back, worried about hurting Dom’s cheek.
Dom merely smiled like he knew what Abe was thinking. “How long do we have until dinner with Garrett?”
“Nearly two hours,” Abe murmured, kissing his jaw again before pulling back to stand and take off his clothes. “Plenty of time for you to fuck me.”
Dom sat up “Really?” He glanced at the door Abe had both shut and locked because he’d been hoping Dom would be awake.
“Is that something you like to do?” he asked. “I know some men have preferences.”
Dom lifted one eyebrow and a wicked smirk twisted his lips. “Been reading up, have you?”
He grinned. “Reading, watching—which is your fault because of all the damn porn. But mostly reading. I know there are some men who don’t like anal sex at all, too.”
“Well, we know I like it. But are you sure you will? I’m cool with anything as long as I get to feel your skin against me and smell you…and taste you.”
“Just plain easy, eh?” Abe lay down on his back and pulled Dom over on top of him. “Kick off your pants.”
“In a hurry, are you? No foreplay? Because you might as well learn now that I like-a the foreplay, too.”
“You like-a the everything.”
“Again the man speaks the truth.” Dom braced on his side and kicked his pants off, then rolled on top of Abe.
“You didn’t answer if fucking me is something you want to do,” Abe murmured into his neck.
“Very much.” Dom ground down against him. “I don’t mind doing it the way we did last time either.”
“Why don’t you think I’d want to?”
Dom shrugged. “Having Garrett downstairs may make you feel self-conscious.”
“Does it you?”
“Hell, no. But I am going to work to keep quieter this time. Knowing him, he’d record me and I’d walk into the office one day to hear it over the intercom.”
“Would he really do that?”
Dom started laughing and he came down for a kiss. “Your expression is so horrified. Damn, you’re fun. No, he wouldn’t do that. I’ve spent too much time around Rowe and Noah, because those two are trouble.”
But Abe was hardly paying attention at that point because Dom’s dick kept rubbing against his stomach, and it was leaving a trail of precum that was making his thoughts scatter. He felt so good and smelled even better. “How’s your head?”
“Fine.”
“How’s your face?”
Dom sighed. “I took a pain pill. Again, I’m up for—”
Abe cut him off with a kiss that started deep and just stayed there. He explored the other man’s mouth thoroughly, chasing every trace of Dom he could find, though still careful anywhere around his left cheek.