8 Chapter 8

The sight made Ellis’s mouth more parched than a car battery boiled dry, and he licked his lips, desperate for some moisture.

Casey stopped a few feet away from him, cocked his hip, and put his hand on it. “Honey?” He drew out the word, teasing Ellis with his drawl. “Uh-huh?”

Casey thrust his groin forward, drawing Ellis’s attention to the expanding outline of his dick. “You look hungry.” This time Casey laughed out loud, and the sound pulled Ellis out of his stupor.

Without taking his eyes off Casey, Ellis yanked the work boots off his feet. Then he started toward Casey with purposeful strides.

Casey walked backward, matching Ellis’s step, with a teasing smile on his face. His green eyes twinkled as he started undoing his hair. Ellis stumbled but managed to stay upright, and he growled and increased his pace.