Carter’s lips quirked up. “I can’t grow a beard even if I wanted to.”
Rock pressed his palm over the span of Carter’s cheek, savoring the softness where he caressed the small curve. His pulse picked up with each new sensation he processed.
Carter tilted his head, his cheek pressing into Rock’s palm. His breath hitched when Rock trailed the tips of his fingers over the arc of his upper lip. A small tremble seemed to flow down Rock’s finger to turn into a full-fledged earthquake in his chest.
“I want to kiss you,” Rock said, the breathy quality of his voice so foreign he didn’t recognize it. Yet he didn’t care. Not right then. “Can I?”
He probably didn’t need to ask—others wouldn’t. Not when the other man was giving allof the signals of someone wanting to be kissed. But Rock didn’t want to offend this amazing man again. He wanted to do it right, but he didn’t know what that was.
The distant sounds of cars passing on the street faded behind the pounding of his heart and the rush of blood through his veins. He watched in fascination as the pink tip of Carter’s tongue made a quick pass over his lips. Damn, he wanted to play with that tongue. Take it into his mouth and feel the wetness that went with the warmth.
Carter gripped his hips and pulled him forward until their chests collided. Rock groaned, unable to keep the deep emotion from tumbling out. There were too many layers of clothes between them to properly feel the man before him, but that didn’t matter. It was all seared into his memory. Every dip, impression and touch was imprinted there without Rock’s consent.
“Yes.” Carter’s mouth barely moved, the single word a breath of air fanning the flames burning within Rock. The bright blue of Carter’s eyes was edged out by the dark circle of his pupils, and Rock couldn’t look away.
He slipped his fingers through the soft strands of Carter’s hair, the moment right there, waiting for the press of lips, the flick of tongue, the warm tangle of passion he’d been imagining for over a year. “Thank you,” he breathed before closing his eyes and taking that last millimeter of space away.
The first touch was a dip of finding, the smooth tissue giving under the press of Rock’s lips. The longing crested and spun within Rock as he nipped, brushed and nibbled at Carter’s mouth. He could barely catch his breath, but air wasn’t required. All he needed was more of this man. More of the wonderful feelings that were bursting open now that he’d set them free.
He swiped his tongue over the seam of Carter’s mouth and Carter opened, his tongue right there to meet Rock’s. He pressed closer, the hard line of their bodies meeting from head to toe that had him wishing they were somewhere without coats and padding that kept that final touch from happening. When the length of their erections collided in a rub and tip of hips, a low moan pierced the air, but he couldn’t say who it came from.
He thrust his tongue over and around Carter’s, not getting enough of the man. Would he ever? His fingers were tangled in Carter’s hair, wound around the strands in a knot of contained need to yank him closer.
Carter met every heated press, his arms wrapping around Rock’s waist to guide the grind of their hips in a pace that was driving Rock insane. He’d never been this wild and open with a man, exposed to both the environment and the emotions that were flying free.
They had to stop. He didn’t want to. They had to. Now, or he wouldn’t be able to in another minute.
Taking one last swipe around the inside of Carter’s mouth, he loosened his hold on the back of Carter’s head. The kisses decreased in heat and force. The crazy ramp of passion cooling in a series of slow swirls of tongue and light tap of lips until Carter finally brought an end to the kiss.
They stood there, panting, temples resting against each other. Rock was incapable of thinking of anything but the raw,
Rock pressed his palm over the span of Carter’s cheek, savoring the softness where he caressed the small curve. His pulse picked up with each new sensation he processed.
Carter tilted his head, his cheek pressing into Rock’s palm. His breath hitched when Rock trailed the tips of his fingers over the arc of his upper lip. A small tremble seemed to flow down Rock’s finger to turn into a full-fledged earthquake in his chest.
“I want to kiss you,” Rock said, the breathy quality of his voice so foreign he didn’t recognize it. Yet he didn’t care. Not right then. “Can I?”
He probably didn’t need to ask—others wouldn’t. Not when the other man was giving allof the signals of someone wanting to be kissed. But Rock didn’t want to offend this amazing man again. He wanted to do it right, but he didn’t know what that was.
The distant sounds of cars passing on the street faded behind the pounding of his heart and the rush of blood through his veins. He watched in fascination as the pink tip of Carter’s tongue made a quick pass over his lips. Damn, he wanted to play with that tongue. Take it into his mouth and feel the wetness that went with the warmth.
Carter gripped his hips and pulled him forward until their chests collided. Rock groaned, unable to keep the deep emotion from tumbling out. There were too many layers of clothes between them to properly feel the man before him, but that didn’t matter. It was all seared into his memory. Every dip, impression and touch was imprinted there without Rock’s consent.
“Yes.” Carter’s mouth barely moved, the single word a breath of air fanning the flames burning within Rock. The bright blue of Carter’s eyes was edged out by the dark circle of his pupils, and Rock couldn’t look away.
He slipped his fingers through the soft strands of Carter’s hair, the moment right there, waiting for the press of lips, the flick of tongue, the warm tangle of passion he’d been imagining for over a year. “Thank you,” he breathed before closing his eyes and taking that last millimeter of space away.
The first touch was a dip of finding, the smooth tissue giving under the press of Rock’s lips. The longing crested and spun within Rock as he nipped, brushed and nibbled at Carter’s mouth. He could barely catch his breath, but air wasn’t required. All he needed was more of this man. More of the wonderful feelings that were bursting open now that he’d set them free.
He swiped his tongue over the seam of Carter’s mouth and Carter opened, his tongue right there to meet Rock’s. He pressed closer, the hard line of their bodies meeting from head to toe that had him wishing they were somewhere without coats and padding that kept that final touch from happening. When the length of their erections collided in a rub and tip of hips, a low moan pierced the air, but he couldn’t say who it came from.
He thrust his tongue over and around Carter’s, not getting enough of the man. Would he ever? His fingers were tangled in Carter’s hair, wound around the strands in a knot of contained need to yank him closer.
Carter met every heated press, his arms wrapping around Rock’s waist to guide the grind of their hips in a pace that was driving Rock insane. He’d never been this wild and open with a man, exposed to both the environment and the emotions that were flying free.
They had to stop. He didn’t want to. They had to. Now, or he wouldn’t be able to in another minute.
Taking one last swipe around the inside of Carter’s mouth, he loosened his hold on the back of Carter’s head. The kisses decreased in heat and force. The crazy ramp of passion cooling in a series of slow swirls of tongue and light tap of lips until Carter finally brought an end to the kiss.
They stood there, panting, temples resting against each other. Rock was incapable of thinking of anything but the raw,
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