Chapter 13

As if that was the only encouragement he needed, Mark’s hands slipped under and grabbed Drew’s ass, pulling him off the stool. Drew’s fingers worked at the buttons of Mark’s shirt.

“I want you…now,” Mark groaned against his lips.

The smell of cooking potatoes had Drew asking, reluctantly, “Dinner?”

“Can definitely wait.” Mark’s hand tugged on the waistband of Drew’s jeans. “Bedroom.”

Mark practically dragged him down the hall to the bedroom, but Drew was too turned on to think too much of his caveman behavior.

When they reached the room, Mark knocked him onto the bed and quickly covered his body with his own, his mouth devouring Drew’s, barely allowing him to catch a breath.

It had been ages since he’d been kissed like this. Drew whimpered low in his throat and inched his hand down to cup his aching erection through his jeans. Mark’s body crushing his into the mattress didn’t quite allow him to unzip his pants. He squeezed his crotch and moaned.