Chapter 3

Like fire…how I love to melt.

As though reading his mind, Forrest traced the outlines of Mica’s lips with his own, the kiss starting off soft. But how quickly it grew into a toe curling promise of pleasures to come. Mica moaned, hands sinking into the back pockets of Forrest’s jeans. He cupped firm cheeks, wishing there wasn’t a single stitch between them. Back in the city with a handful of failed girlfriends, he had been Mister Boring, Mister No Frills in bed. Sex with Forrest, though, was different every single time they joined. A morning romp might be slow and sensual while an afternoon quickie was hot and heavy.

And every place was fair game; the bedroom, the kitchen, barn, pool, the bed of Forrest’s pickup truck…

Forrest broke the kiss, remaining close enough that when he spoke, his breath tickled Mica’s swollen lips. “How about we ditch the rest of the party and slip out early? I have a little surprise for you, husband of mine.”

“What?”