...Part of Jeff, the disciplined, trained agent, stood back aghast at what he’d just said, while the rest of him, the man who’d been fighting the urge to touch Monte, to kiss him almost from the first, just acted. All at once, he couldn’t wait another moment, could no longer resist the urgent need to feel Monte’s body against his, to taste the boyish smile and find out whether the sizzle of their few accidental touches was a fluke or the real thing.

He set the two coffee mugs on the counter and crossed to where Monte leaned in the doorway. Even before he got close to the other man, his arms already reached for him. A man has a head at each end of his spine, and when one is working, the other isn’t. The old adage slipped through his mind, as if from a distance.

No question, his cock, and maybe something else, was in the driver’s seat now and he could no more control their demands than he could fly. He’d known in the back of his mind this very thing was a risk, but he’d thought he could suppress it. He’d been wrong.

He grabbed Monte by the shoulders and dragged him close. Monte’s mouth opened in surprise an instant before Jeff’s collided with it. Lips and tongues began a frantic duel, reaching and searching, driven by need too urgent to deny. They both clasped and clutched at each other, bodies straining to get closer, stiffening cocks thrusting against the confines of their jeans.

Jeff’s conscience still protested. I can’t do this. I’ve got to stop, back off, calm down.

But it was like trying to stop the wind, a flash flood, an implacable force of nature. There was nothing sane and rational about it at all. The power of lust, primal and ravenous, raged through him, its demands too forceful to contain.

Finally, Jeff slacked his grip, pulled back enough to break the lock-lipped kiss and to see Monte’s face as other than a blur. Monte’s eyes reflected the stunned sensations Jeff felt. In spite of that, a silly grin tugged at his lips and a similar urge seemed to be twitching Monte’s mobile mouth.

“Oh, man, I…” Jeff struggled for words, unable to frame his jumbled thoughts into anything coherent.

“Did you read my mind? And did you say something about staying just before you turned around, or did I imagine that?” At least Monte seemed to be able to speak.

“The urge just hit me, all at once. It seized total control. I know I came on like a runaway train. Are you all right with this? Do you want it as much as I do? I began to speculate about you and this right off when we first met, but I wasn’t sure how to ask, what to say.”

“Me neither. I thought I sensed some interest. I suspected, but I’ve been wrong before. It’s really humiliating to make that mistake.” His gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, then he looked back up at Jeff. “But I’m more than all right now. Where do we go from here? Whether it’s the bedroom or the living room rug or up against the wall doesn’t matter to me, but there’s no way I’m leaving now.”