Chapter 62

Micah tilted his head back, his lips soft in unspoken invitation. “I foresee many long hours spent inside these walls,” he murmured. “I fear my need to have you touching me might overpower my better sense beyond them.”

“I know the feeling.” He brushed his cheek against Micah’s. “My need to touch you often overwhelms all my senses.” His other hand went to the back of Micah’s neck, and he touched his mouth to Micah’s waiting lips. The kiss was light for just a moment before Jefferson’s tongue pushed against his bottom lip, demanding entry.