Chapter 17

Jacob tilted up his head and stood on his toes to kiss Luka. It was meant to be a chaste kiss good-night, but within seconds, Luka had backed him against the door, their tongues dueling, their hot mouths laying claim to each other. Their bodies rubbed together as their kisses only fueled their desire. Jacob moaned again, and Luka groaned and pulled back.

“Fuck! I told you before, when you moan, I want to take you and make you mine,” Luka said, his hips grinding against Jacob’s.

“Make me yours, Luka. Please?” Jacob didn’t care how needy he sounded. At this point, all he wanted was to feel Luka inside him. Thrusting deep and hard.

“Oh, God, don’t talk like that, baby. I want you so much. We need to slow down, though,” Luka said, his voice strained.

Jacob heard him, but was so lost to the sensations of their bodies pressed against each other that he didn’t care. “Please.”