Angus followed Ben to the vehicle, helpless to think of another solution, but not sure he wanted to be in such a small space with the man.
Ben hit a button and the doors unlocked. Angus opened the passenger side and climbed in, settling onto the soft black leather seat. When Ben had first offered to take him home, his heart had stuttered, fearing Ben meant on a motorcycle. He was immensely relieved when Ben had pointed out the SUV.
He glanced over and watched Ben start the engine. He couldn’t look away from Ben’s hands. When Ben had had his hands in the engine, touching and moving things, Angus had been mesmerized. Now Angus found himself staring again. Ben’s hands were big. Powerful. He tried not to think about how those hands would feel on his body, or grabbing his hips from behind.
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