Chapter 26

He kept his eyes open and his arms up, overwhelmed by a tornado of emotions and amazement, until he felt Russell’s tongue licking his lips and pressing on them, asking for permission to enter. He grabbed at Russell, letting himself go, almost as if Russell was an anchor and he a boat at risk of going adrift.

They ended up against the door as Reggie greedily answered the kiss, his hands caressing Russell’s back. He could feel the muscles under Russell’s polo shirt. He dared—a hand slipped under the shirt, finding soft skin.

God, it was an incredible emotion, an ecstasy.

Russell’s tongue was making love with his mouth, exploring it, dancing with his. A languid pleasure moan escaped him as he thought about what that tongue could do somewhere else. He loudly moaned Russell’s name, arching his back and rubbing his pelvis again the Englishman’s. He found Russell just as excited as he was himself.

And then, something broke.