Chapter 41

It only took a second or two for Vaughn to stretch his arms around Randy’s waist, but Randy felt like he had waited a lifetime for it. The heat coming off Vaughn’s body was incredible, and whether it was that thought or instinct that made Randy drop his hands and unzip Vaughn’s jacket, Randy didn’t care to try and figure out. He was too lost—lost in the hot space between coat and shirt, lost in the feel of Vaughn’s muscles and form underneath his fingertips.

A low murmur that might have been a word but was probably just air rolled out of Vaughn’s mouth at Randy’s touch. Vaughn pulled back, somewhat dazed and entirely too attractive for his own good and shook his head.

“No.” Randy slid forward in the chair and hooked his legs around Vaughn’s body. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you even thinkabout pulling away.”

With a grunt, Vaughn fell out of his squat and on to his knees. He pulled Randy so close that every nerve in Randy’s body roared in approval.