A Bid For Love

record. Still... He fought the urge to melt in return and concentrated on plundering Scott's mouth with his tongue, while his hand slipped from that silky hair, down over the tee to the waistband of those worn jeans. No sense wasting words and giving Scott a chance to regroup.
    A new groan pushed up from Scott's middle and he pressed his hips forward, as if seeking Asher's touch. The hands safe in Asher's hold clenched tight.
    So. Good acting, but not good enough. Asher tightened his hold and let his voice rasp against that full mouth pretending so prettily. "All you've got to do is admit you lied to me, Jamison. Admit it's all a lie and I'll stop." He unbuttoned the jeans and slipped his hand against... Well, okay, the male physique was wired toward sexual response. A plausible enough explanation for the hard length cupped in his palm. But it wouldn't last against the straight psyche. Scott would fess up.
    "God's truth, Asher. I swear it to you. Every word. I fell for you years ago." Scott's breathless words accompanied another push from those lean hips. "Want you. Want you so bad there were days I couldn't see or think. Oh, God, baby, please!"
    He intended to test that little admission. In a minute. He had to admit, Scott made a rather pleasing handful. Asher let go of Scott's hands so he could push the jeans down farther, stroking long and tight over the other agent's arousal, keeping his kiss slow and thorough. Let Scott run if he wanted.
    Long arms wrapped Asher tight, lean hips pumping in time with his strokes. A velvet tongue danced with his, while hungry hands pulled his shirt from his pants, the touch of warm, broad fingers on his skin a touch frantic. "Need you." The phrase repeated whenever Asher paused for breath, Scott's lips moving against Asher's.
    Time for the next step in this little battle of wills. Since Scott was so eager. Asher undid his own pants and shoved them off his hips, silk boxers following suit. "Then demonstrate just how much. Or tell me the truth." He waited for the click of that glass door opening.
    Sun-touched brown hair danced across Scott's brow as he stared down.
    Yes, you want to play this game, that's what you'll get, you lying bastard.
    Amazement glowed from Scott's face just before he welded his lips to Asher's for a sharp, hard kiss. "You're beautiful, darlin'. Absolutely the sexiest man on the face of the planet. And I want you with every cell in my body." He dropped to his knees and ran his fingertips over Asher's hardening arousal.
    "Drop the flattery. You're not impressing me." Asher fisted that dark hair again and glared down into that false expression. "Make your mouth far more useful."
    "Beautiful." That generous mouth opened and engulfed Asher. A talented tongue massaged the length of him.
    Asher gasped and nearly choked when Scott swallowed him down, deep-throating him with expertise and ease. His hand shot out to grasp the wall so he could stay upright. Okay, whatever lies Jamison was telling, he obviously had done this to a man before. Asher's brain exploded with tiny flashes of neon when Scott's hand cupped him, playing with him while that glorious mouth worked at him with every appearance of true hunger.
    After a few exquisite moments, a brush of cool air washed over him, and Asher gasped again, opening his eyes to Scott's smoldering gaze. One long stroke twirled around Asher's tip before Scott brought the errant hand to those full lips and licked his fingers, slowly but without hesitation. "Now let's see... We've covered kissing, Frenching, fondling, feasting..." That bright grin held so much softness along with the gleam. "Definitely feasting. But I do believe there's still one hurdle you'll have in store for me before you'll believe me when I tell you this is for real."
    He bent to retrieve his jeans, fishing something from the back pocket and pressing it into Asher's hand. The T-shirt vanished over that dark head and Scott turned around to face the wall, grinning over his shoulder. A definite tremor slipped down that sculpted form. "Take me, darlin'. Please."
    Asher trembled at the fire at Scott's eyes, his fingers curling around the lubricated condom. Beauty. Pure masculinity from the broad sweep of tanned shoulders down to the trim waist and hard buttocks pressing back against Asher. Desire for something Asher had wanted, but never really quite dared to openly take, surged through him. Always anonymous, always so careful his partner never know his name or