Love Is Always Write Volume 4

doing to Chad.
    There was a low growl, Chad was pretty sure it came from Zeb, before the kiss was broken and Zeb pulled back. Chad had a moment to be disappointed before he felt Zeb's lips skim across his jaw. "Love the goatee." Zeb's voice was barely a whisper. Then that talented mouth was on Chad's neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh there. Chad groaned and tilted his head to the side, willing to give the other man anything he wanted.
    "Oh, God. Zeb …"
    Fire shot through his veins when Zeb's hands slid under his shirt and raked over his skin; his chest, stomach and hips. Then they touched that oh so sensitive spot that was Chad's favorite, just at the base of his spine above his ass, sending shivers and goose bumps everywhere. Zeb remembered. He had to have - the way Zeb's fingers suddenly became light and teasing, drawing little circles there drove Chad insane.
    Oh, how he wanted this man. Needed. Chad caught his lips again, diving in for more of the delicious kiss he'd only been able to experience in dreams for years.
    He couldn't get close enough. Chad's mind swam with his desire and that alone, no rational thought, his body moving purely on instinct against Zeb's. He heard Zeb moan again, low and feral and a very sudden, desperate need filled him… and scared him a little.
    Chad buried his hands in Zeb's silken hair, fisting it tight like he'd done so many times before. But instead of pulling Zeb closer, Chad pulled away. And he wasn't even sure why.
    Zeb looked disoriented, his eyes hooded and his breathing erratic. Chad rested his forehead against the other man's and they stayed like that for a minute; eyes closed and taking in each other's exhales. Zeb didn't protest, didn't even ask why they'd stopped. Chad just needed a moment, if only to gain oxygen. Or maybe his senses.
    No, he knew what he really needed. To gain a little control. To have a minute to just think, or they'd be stripping each other in the kitchen.
    That wasn't what he wanted for their first time back together. Not some quick fuck on a kitchen counter. God, Zeb hadn't even been there twenty minutes and Chad had turned into some sex starved maniac, willing to bend over the kitchen sink. He just couldn't seem to help himself where Zeb was concerned. And it had been so long. So damn long.
    But then what? Zeb leaves again? Back on his tour or back to California?
    "We're not doing this now. Not like this." The words surprised him even as they left his mouth. They were a command, forceful, no arguments possible.
    "Wow. I don't remember you being so demanding." Zeb said in a low husky voice filled with laughter. Chad stepped back to look Zeb in the face, not one hundred percent sure how to take him. At one time he would have been able to read him, but not anymore.
    "It's okay, babe. I told you, whatever you want I'm good with." Zeb pulled him in closer again, holding him loosely but not letting him get away. "I'm not going anywhere. That's what you're worried about, right? That we'll get carried away now, but the second we're done I'll disappear again?"
    Chad looked down, not wanting to admit that's exactly what he'd been thinking. Not wanting Zeb to see him so unsure.
    Zeb leaned in and pressed his cheek against Chad's, speaking softly into his ear. "I'm here for a week. If you'll have me. After that I have to be in Boston for a show and the rest of the tour will take five more weeks. I know five weeks is a long time, but we can talk on the phone, every day. And then I'll be all yours. We can fly out to California together and pack up my stuff. Or we can wait longer to do that if you need more time."
    "You're really willing to move back here?" Chad asked in disbelief. He wasn't sure that's really what he wanted, but for Zeb to be willing…
    "In a heartbeat." Chad looked up at Zeb and something inside him, deep inside, melted. That combination; that sweet smile along with that completely unguarded sensuality in Zeb's eyes had him sunk.
    He thought for a moment, a rather brief one, and made his decision. How many times had he wished he could have just one day, just that last twenty-four hours with Zeb to do over again? If he had a week he was going to take it. And no matter what happened after that – no regrets.
    "I've missed you so damn much." Chad grabbed the front of Zeb's dress shirt and yanked him forward. Zeb laughed and had to grab onto the counter behind Chad, framing him in, or risk falling into him. "Oops,