“But what about you, your life? Don’t you get lonely?”
With the graceful movement of a jungle cat, Micah grabbed Josh around the waist, pulling him close. Their breaths mingled, lips barely touching. “I’m not alone now, am I?”
At those simple words, desire flooded through Josh, spilling thick and rich through his veins like warmed honey. His breath caught in his throat. All the warning signals Josh tried so studiously to pay attention to went out the window when Micah cupped his jaw, smoothing his thumb across Josh’s lips.
The spaciousness of Micah’s living room closed in on Josh, until all that was left in his line of vision was Micah’s dark, hungry gaze. Nerves fluttered beneath Josh’s skin; he struggled for his equilibrium.
“No, you aren’t alone.” Josh could barely choke out the words. He didn’t know when the rules had changed, when he had changed them, but Josh wanted this man. The air pulsed heavy with heat and sex. So long, so long. Josh moaned, his mind a whirlpool of sensation as Micah stroked his face with his beautiful hands. He hadn’t been touched like this in years, not even by Craig who was supposed to have loved him. Was he merely auditioning for another notch on Micah Steinberg’s bedpost? At this point Josh ceased caring and gave in to the need that seized him, pulling Micah’s head down to kiss his mouth.
It started out sweet, mouths barely touching. Josh nipped at the swell of Micah’s lips, and Micah returned the favor by sucking on Josh’s lower lip. But then, as if they each had reached their breaking point, their mouths slanted and crushed together. Micah’s arm came around Josh’s shoulders, hauling him closer, causing him to lie almost prone on Micah’s chest. Their erections rubbed against one another through their jeans, the friction not nearly enough for Josh as he flexed his hips, thrusting against Micah’s hardness.
But the kissing. Christ, Josh had never been kissed like this. It was like being swallowed whole. There was only the sweetness of Micah’s mouth and the incredible sensation of his warm lips. Then the sweetness turned possessive and Micah captured Josh’s mouth, driving out any memories Josh might have had of past lovers. The velvety-rough scrape of Micah’s evening stubble chafed against Josh’s face, creating a wonderful friction. It was raw and uninhibited, yet tender underneath. Lightheaded, Josh attempted to suck air into his lungs. It was hard to breathe around a force like Micah.
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