his damnedest to keep the dear-God-in-heaven-make-love-to-me vibes from his voice. Physical attraction aside, he wanted to see more of this man. He was doing an ex-Baptist’s calisthenics inside, praying that Zane didn’t have any plans with his buddies.
“I was really hoping when I flew out here that I’d at one point or another get to accidentally inhale a chest full of water. Now that you’re making it possible, I can move on with my life,” Zane said lightly, surprising Mark again by closing the last of the distance between them.
Their chests were almost touching and he didn’t have to look far to meet Zane’s gaze. Their bodies were partially framed by the light from the flickering torches and Mark was struck by the romance of the moment. It was like a movie scene for real and he was about to be kissed. Zane really did know when to take the lead.
“Until tomorrow, then…” he whispered.
Zane’s lips fell to his and, God, were they soft. He didn’t rush anything; it was simply a subtle brush of mouths, the perfect amount of pressure. Mark’s eyes fluttered open and the look in Zane’s caused a quick intake of breath. The restrained heat was obvious and it made Mark restless seeing it. If he wanted to keep his self-respect, he needed to get inside his bungalow—alone—and get to bed—also alone—before he tackled the man and dragged him inside.
Zane backed away slowly, his lips curving in the most sensual of ways as he moved off toward his own bungalow.
Annnnnnnd cut! That’s a wrap.
A chance meeting on a shuttle boat, a random conversation, one dinner date later and Mark was choking on the excitement coursing through him. His lips had officially made the big time. The mouth that had kissed famous women that most guys would cheat on their girlfriends for, had kissed him .
Once he was comfortably inside his own bungalow he collapsed backward onto the king-sized bed and stared at the ceiling.
“Best first date of my fucking life,” he exulted, his face breaking into a huge smile. Where was that bitter queen now?
CHAPTER FIVE
Blue balls. Zane thought. Are the worst.
His body was pissed that he’d left things with a simple—almost chaste—kiss between him and Mark. His crotch was ready to conga right on into the guy’s bungalow, while his brain was detailing a list of why that was a bad idea. For one, it was way too soon. They might’ve had a great time chatting at dinner, but that didn’t mean they should go crazy. Also, he wasn’t sure if Mark was actually single. The other man acted like it, but what did that mean nowadays?
Zane really didn’t want to get his heart dragged behind the chariot again. The last guy he’d been with worked with the production company on one of his films and that went way south, way fast, when he’d found out that the guy wasn’t single. It took months for the tabloid whirlwind to end. Twitter feeds were blowing up with all sorts of stories about it. Zane hated stuff like that--everywhere games and he had to play along and act invincible as people hashtagged him to death.
There were always cameras flashing on the red carpet. Inane interviews with the same stupid question asked for the hundredth time… He had to force himself not to grab paparazzi cameras and throw them to the pavement when he was out for a damned jog with his trainer or visiting his mom in North Dakota. And it didn’t matter that he was openly gay, some women who thought they could “turn him straight” were vicious, and avoiding men who only wanted to add his name and his cock to their hit lists was exhausting. So many people out there had no self-respect.
Zane loved his work, but there were some hefty tradeoffs, and questioning his decisions in romance was part of that. Mark wasn’t setting off any of his alarms; he hadn’t even asked any direct questions about movies or other actors. The conversation was all about real things, like family, and Zane couldn’t
“I was really hoping when I flew out here that I’d at one point or another get to accidentally inhale a chest full of water. Now that you’re making it possible, I can move on with my life,” Zane said lightly, surprising Mark again by closing the last of the distance between them.
Their chests were almost touching and he didn’t have to look far to meet Zane’s gaze. Their bodies were partially framed by the light from the flickering torches and Mark was struck by the romance of the moment. It was like a movie scene for real and he was about to be kissed. Zane really did know when to take the lead.
“Until tomorrow, then…” he whispered.
Zane’s lips fell to his and, God, were they soft. He didn’t rush anything; it was simply a subtle brush of mouths, the perfect amount of pressure. Mark’s eyes fluttered open and the look in Zane’s caused a quick intake of breath. The restrained heat was obvious and it made Mark restless seeing it. If he wanted to keep his self-respect, he needed to get inside his bungalow—alone—and get to bed—also alone—before he tackled the man and dragged him inside.
Zane backed away slowly, his lips curving in the most sensual of ways as he moved off toward his own bungalow.
Annnnnnnd cut! That’s a wrap.
A chance meeting on a shuttle boat, a random conversation, one dinner date later and Mark was choking on the excitement coursing through him. His lips had officially made the big time. The mouth that had kissed famous women that most guys would cheat on their girlfriends for, had kissed him .
Once he was comfortably inside his own bungalow he collapsed backward onto the king-sized bed and stared at the ceiling.
“Best first date of my fucking life,” he exulted, his face breaking into a huge smile. Where was that bitter queen now?
CHAPTER FIVE
Blue balls. Zane thought. Are the worst.
His body was pissed that he’d left things with a simple—almost chaste—kiss between him and Mark. His crotch was ready to conga right on into the guy’s bungalow, while his brain was detailing a list of why that was a bad idea. For one, it was way too soon. They might’ve had a great time chatting at dinner, but that didn’t mean they should go crazy. Also, he wasn’t sure if Mark was actually single. The other man acted like it, but what did that mean nowadays?
Zane really didn’t want to get his heart dragged behind the chariot again. The last guy he’d been with worked with the production company on one of his films and that went way south, way fast, when he’d found out that the guy wasn’t single. It took months for the tabloid whirlwind to end. Twitter feeds were blowing up with all sorts of stories about it. Zane hated stuff like that--everywhere games and he had to play along and act invincible as people hashtagged him to death.
There were always cameras flashing on the red carpet. Inane interviews with the same stupid question asked for the hundredth time… He had to force himself not to grab paparazzi cameras and throw them to the pavement when he was out for a damned jog with his trainer or visiting his mom in North Dakota. And it didn’t matter that he was openly gay, some women who thought they could “turn him straight” were vicious, and avoiding men who only wanted to add his name and his cock to their hit lists was exhausting. So many people out there had no self-respect.
Zane loved his work, but there were some hefty tradeoffs, and questioning his decisions in romance was part of that. Mark wasn’t setting off any of his alarms; he hadn’t even asked any direct questions about movies or other actors. The conversation was all about real things, like family, and Zane couldn’t
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