Chapter 19

And yet, there was nothing ridiculous about Mal’s confident stance or Quinn’s own pounding need.

Kneeling on the bed, Mal slinked forward on all fours with the power and grace of a panther, then doubled back, moving forward again. Quinn laughed and Mal followed suit, despite himself. But humor didn’t suit him, and the lighter mood didn’t last for long. Mal took Quinn in his arms, gulping his mouth as if he were dying of thirst—or drowning.

“Shouldn’t we talk, get to know each other first?” Quinn asked when he could come up for air.

“What are you, a girl? I’m not interested in foreplay or a relationship or anything but the fierce hunger of now. I’m not that way, you know—gay. It’s just something I need from time to time, something that I do privately, quietly, no questions asked.”

“It just seems so sudden.”

Mal pulled back and made as if he were gathering his clothes to leave.

“Your call,” he said, as he narrowed his focus on Quinn. “In or out.”