Chapter 49

A trembling hand came up and caressed Jefferson’s jaw. He paused, waiting for Micah to voice a protest, but when that didn’t come, Jefferson shifted the path of his mouth, stifling his groans when he felt the muscles of Micah’s neck twitching beneath his tongue. Micah tilted his head to the side, silently offering more, but it was the cautious weight of his fingertips on Jefferson’s thigh that made his prick jump.

Micah’s skin still tasted vaguely of snow, and Jefferson dragged his tongue across the skin beneath his ear. Micah didn’t move his hand, but Jefferson enjoyed the unfamiliar weight and warmth on his leg. He knew Micah would venture farther up his thigh when he was ready. Jefferson folded his fingers in the material of Micah’s shirt. He longed to see if Micah’s body looked as good as it felt.