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"I thought maybe I'd let you kiss me."
Kris tilted his head, considering. "Think that'd make us even?"
"Guess it depends on the kiss."
Kris laughed a third time--a full-on chuckle that felt like chips of dry ice rushing over Blake's skin. "It's always the quiet ones."
"What's that supposed to--"
"Shut up, college boy."
Kris kissed like he was trying to suck Blake's soul out from behind his tonsils. Like the sun that had gone down just over two hours ago was never coming up again. Like it was the final night of the world, and the two of them were the last men standing. With his whole body, and every bit of his mouth--lips, teeth and tongue engaged in a full, tactical advance.
What little sense remained in Blake's brain sloshed around, firing off random thoughts like, "Somebody's going to see us," and "Damn, if he kisses like this, I bet he fucks like a demon." But maybe that was what he needed--a hard, merciless, take-no-prisoners fuck to erase the memory of what never happened between him and Charlie because Blake had been too much of a coward, and then it was too late.
Kris gripped the shoulder of his shirt and hauled him closer. "How long are you here for?"
Blake pulled back and tried to catch Kris's eye. "For what?"
"Depends. What d'you want?"
"I ... don't know." Blake swallowed, suddenly ashamed at how bad he was at this--how plainly green and inexperienced. "What do you want?"
Kris grinned against the side of his neck and sent a whisper down the collar of his shirt that made Blake's toes curl inside his boots. "I wanna fuck you so long and hard you can't let out a breath that don'ttaste like my name."
"Now?" Blake's voice broke on the word, and he cursed himself for it.
"You got other plans this evenin'?"
"No, I just ... I mean, we only met today."
Now it was Kris's turn to pull back and look. "You need me to court you? Bring you roses maybe?"
Blake's face went hot. "Don't forget the chocolate." He sucked in some air and said, "You're moving pretty fast."
"All I'm takin' is your time, college boy. I expect I can make you love every minute of it."
He knew just what he was doing--a smooth operator if Blake had ever met one--with his voice at a gravel-under-tires pitch and his promises too good to pass up.