Chapter 22

“I’m glad to hear it. You can tell me all about that later,” Paul murmured, his lips hovering over Don’s.

“Later,” Don promised. His hands curled into the front of Paul’s shirt, and he closed the distance between their mouths.

Though Paul wanted to concentrate on the relief at finally getting his hands on a hard, lean body, the hungry jab of Don’s tongue past his lips destroyed his control. Paul sucked on it, grinding against the slighter man’s hips, but quickly needed more, driving back to sweep into Don’s mouth with his own tongue, searching out every warm corner, every sweet recess.

Don groaned and curled a leg around Paul’s. Their erections nudged together, but Paul wasn’t as interested in the man’s cock as he was the tight curve of his ass. He slid one hand down and cupped it. He was rewarded with a hard flex against his fingers.