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.He put the phone down and finished untanglinghimself from the sheet, remembering once again the dream which had probably caused histhrashing around.Shit, some of it had been seriously carnal, giving him images which evennow had Marc blushing.Oh yeah, he was really impatient to see Liam again.* * * *Liam heard the key in the lock and glanced up from the pot of pasta sauce he d beenstirring in time to see Marc s front door swing open and for Marc to step inside his apart-ment.Surprised at the sudden thrill which raced down his spine and the quickening of hispulse, Liam nevertheless smiled and, after putting the wooden spoon down on the granitekitchen bench, self-consciously wiped his hands down the front of his jeans. Liam! Hi, Marc. Marc s smile lit up his face a truly gorgeous face. You made it. Liam took a slow look over Marc s body as he moved.Confident and proud, he advan-ced across the timber floor of the living room in easy strides.He shed his jacket as he came, 68 Penny Brandonflinging it onto the leather lounge without a care for the cut and fold of the fabric.Liamdidn t think it was because Marc didn t care.He guessed he hoped it was because Marcwas just too eager to get to him.The tie came off next, though Marc held it in his hand as he purposely closed the di-stance between them.His pale blue shirt stretched over wide shoulders, the long sleevescuff-linked at slim wrists.Tucked into the waistband of his suit pants, the material showedoff Marc s flat stomach, while the pants themselves allowed Liam to appreciate slim hipsand the bunching of well-defined thigh muscles.As Liam took in the sight of Marc after notbeing with him for four days, his cock started to thicken and grow hard in anticipation, andhe hadn t even touched him yet. Yeah, I made it.Nearly killed me, though. Marc s smile turned into a frown.He stopped at the other side of the countertop. Whathappened? Long hours, little sleep. God, Liam, you didn t have to.I could have waited another day or two. I couldn t. It wasn t an admission he should have made, because giving up somethinglike that to Marc would have Marc assuming something more.I m here for the sex, justthe sex, he wanted to add, and knew he should have.Especially when Marc s frown disap-peared and he smiled again.But God, he loved it when Marc smiled like that.It was so freeand easy, and it made Liam feel like smiling back.It wasn t good, him doing this to Marc, but Liam couldn t seem to stop himself.Therewas just something about Marc which made him want him.Want his body, Liam quicklyamended.A body which, if Marc was true to his word, he would have in a way no other mancould ever hope to. So, what are you cooking? Marc leaned over the counter to look, and Liam was temp-ted to grab Marc s shirt and haul him all the way over and into his arms.He didn t, but onlybecause if he started kissing Marc, that wouldn t be where he d finish. Choices 69 I didn t have that in my fridge. Marc s statement had Liam dragging his mind fromwhere it had gone to and back into the kitchen.Then again, it hadn t strayed too far awaybecause in his mind he had Marc bent over that counter& I bought it on my way here.I hope you don t mind. He indicated the bubbling pot ofpasta and the meat sauce which was just about ready.God, before Marc, he d managed togo months without sex and not drool all over the next man he d hooked up with, but onelook at Marc and he wanted to jump him. God no.I love pasta.I just don t always get time to cook. Marc s gaze shifted from thestove and back to him. You planned this? Not really.I kind of did it on impulse. The look in Marc s eyes said he didn t believehim, and Liam had to admit Marc shouldn t.The whole way here he d deliberated on whathe could do to surprise Marc.Making dinner had been one of his ideas.The other, well, theother was in Marc s bedroom.Still, he didn t have to admit it. So, do I have time to have a shower before dinner? Marc had pushed away fromthe counter a little, and he hovered there as if unsure what he should be doing.He lickedhis lips, and his gaze dropped to Liam s mouth.Liam smiled, and Marc hitched in a littlebreath.So, the way Marc s body reacted to him wasn t a fluke.Liam bit back a sigh of relief,because despite what Marc had said, Liam hadn t been sure if Marc still wanted him thatway. Yes, you ve got about ten minutes. Marc nodded and then with one last look in Liam s direction took off for the bathroom.Liam watched him, and while trying to ignore the urge to follow the other man, he pickedup the wooden spoon and stirred the pasta sauce.As soon as Marc was out of sight, Liam heaved in a deep breath.Shit.He hadn tthought he d be this affected.Sure, he d known seeing Marc again would have him thinkingabout sex.After all that s what he d come here for, but he hadn t expected to start feeling 70 Penny Brandonlike a man starved.What the hell was it about Marc that set him off like that? Physically, Marc was sim-ply stunning.He had beautifully expressive eyes, the softest hair, the most gorgeous smile,and a body any man would be proud of, but it wasn t just that.There was something elseabout Marc which was getting under his skin and making him itch to scratch it, to find outwhat it was that was bugging him.But he didn t want to think about that now.In truth hedidn t want to think about it at all, but it was something he was going to have to do, evenif he ended up not liking the answer he came up with.He d just drained the pasta when Marc came back.Dressed now in dark tracksuitbottoms and a plain dark blue T-shirt, he looked clean and handsome.Different from hissmart business suit look but no less attractive.And good enough to eat.Liam grinned.Maybe he d get a chance to do a little taste test tonight. Hungry? he asked as Marc leaned against the counter. Starving.Do you cook often? Concentrating on the task at hand and not on Marc s bottom lip, Liam shrugged. Pret-ty much.I prefer it to going out.You? Half and half.There s a good Chinese takeaway around the corner. Marc smiled athim, his eyes lighting up again. We can order in next time. Next time
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