Chapter 13

“I cannot explain your hearing Seymour’s voice if he is not near, but it means greater caution for us. We’ll have to make a decision as to our next move.” Graham tipped his head to cover Morton’s lips with his own. “But for what is left of tonight, I want to be with you.”

“I want that, too. Here. Now.”

Graham raised an eyebrow. “In the kitchen?”

Morton smiled. “We’ve fucked in some strange places before. The kitchen is mild compared to some. We can begin here and work our way to the bed.”

Hot, scorching lips claimed his, demanding everything from Morton with a mere touch against his own. A ragged moan tore from his lips and he threw his arms around Graham’s neck, pulling the bigger man closer still.

Graham’s large hands grazed down his back to cup his ass and he pulled Morton against the hard ridge of his crotch. Gasping, Morton practically crawled up Graham’s muscular body.