Chapter 33

“After you,” Lou said with a bow—and a laugh.

“Comedian,” Rory replied with amusement as he strolled out of the kitchen, heading toward the bedroom.

They made it halfway across the living room before Lou stopped dead, his hand on Rory’s arm. Rory froze, wondering what was wrong. He found out nothing was when Lou kissed him again, hungrily.

“I need you,” Lou said pulling back. “But I don’t want us to—”

“Rush things? Are you reading my mind?”

“Perhaps? Or we’re simpatico, so we think alike?”

“Whatever it is, I like it.” Rory gave him another kiss, took his hand, and led him the rest of the way to the bedroom. “Don’t move,” he said when they were by the bed.

Lou cocked his head, doing as Rory asked. Slowly, Rory removed Lou’s shirt and turtleneck, tossing them on the chair. “I didn’t really realize how well-built you are. Probably because the last time we were in here—”

“You were too busy trying to have your way with me to check me out?”