Chapter 29

The chains of his iron will fell away. TJ bracketed Donovan’s face, slanted his lips over Donovan’s, and thrust his tongue aggressively inside. He tasted. He licked. He plundered. The intense kiss only whetted his immense appetite for more.

Passion ruled and TJ struggled to slow the progression long enough to let Donovan catch up. He channeled his unrelenting hunger to Donovan, needing him to catch fire, to pulse, to crave. To be so damned needy that he’d ask for TJ’s fucking and beg him for more, no matter how hard it became. To meet him in counterthrust with the same desperate enthusiasm. Nothing else would suffice.

How long they remained in lip lock, TJ couldn’t say. Just that the need for air broke them apart. After a couple of passes, he focused his attention on dipping his hands under Donovan’s shirt and skimming his fingers over the hard flesh underneath. The warmth and contours fascinated him as did the bulge blatantly evident in Donovan’s jeans.