Although his mouth opened to tell Randy he’d wait outside, Paul walked through the open door. The sudden chill of the air-conditioning sent shivers down his spine. Terror and desire robbed him of breath. His mouth was as dry as a summer drought and his heart threatened to beat a hole through his chest.

Randy walked in and let the door swing closed behind him. Pointing to a vague spot somewhere in the room, he said, “Let me grab my keys.” His scent, a powerful combination of expensive cologne and musky sweat, added to Paul’s intoxication.

Without thought of consequences, Paul reached out. His hand closed around Randy’s wrist and swung him around. He slammed Randy against the door with a thud. Before Randy could react, Paul pinned him in place with his body.

Reason fled as Paul rubbed against the hard body trapped between him and the door. What little part of his brain function remained noted the hard bulge of Randy’s erection.

Instead of pushing him away, Randy’s hands pulled Paul closer. One hand slid down his back and grabbed his ass. Kneading fingers added to the heat of his arousal.

“Fuck…” Paul groaned. He set a steady rhythm against Randy’s body. With the right pressure he would cream his pants in seconds.

“Slow down,” Randy whispered next to his ear.

Soft lips nibbled on his earlobe. The scratch of slight stubble against his face was a sharp reminder of what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop now. Shivers of need raced down Paul’s spine. His throat ached at the idea of those eager lips on his, but he didn’t kiss. He didn’t touch.

His hands clenched Randy’s hips. Lean muscles instead of rounded curves—he had to stop. Panic flushed through his body.

He needed to tell Paul the rules but words wouldn’t form. Then the teasing mouth moved across his jaw and suddenly hard kisses and a warm tongue got in the way of speaking. Scotch-tasting heat pushed aside his objection. A groan was all his brain could manage.

Then Randy’s complacent body moved, pushing Paul backward until the bed bumped the back of his legs.

Bed—fear threatened to grind everything to a halt until a strong hand slipped inside the front of his khakis. Rough strokes pressed against his brief-covered cock. “Yes…”

Paul fell. Fell from his high horse of denial and onto the hard mattress. Randy’s body went with him, pinning him to the bed. Hands tore at his shirt, tugging the material up around his chest.

Hot kisses trailed down his neck. A warm mouth sucked at his nipple. Teeth tugged at the hardening nub. A shudder of helpless desire raced through him. The alcohol…

He’d drunk too much. His behavior wasn’t the result of real desire. Under the influence…

With the flimsy excuse rolling around in his brain, Paul let his demons out of the dark recesses of his brain. After this weekend, Randy would be gone. No consequences would haunt him because the reminder would be in another part of the state. Although an hour and a half away was far too close for comfort, he couldn’t stop now.

He ripped at Randy’s shirt, yanking and tugging until Randy leaned up enough for him to pull it over his head.

Rippled abs and lean muscles showed in the dim light of a single lamp. Randy’s dark eyes glowed with a lust Paul understood.

Rolling Randy off him and onto his back, Paul straddled his waist. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it to the floor. With slow, deliberate movement, Paul lowered his chest to Randy’s. Skin on skin for the first time with another man, his strange emotions threatened to close his throat.

With fingers laced through Randy’s dark hair, Paul pressed his lips against Randy’s soft mouth and fell into a deep kiss.