Chapter 48

A needy whimper escaped Lance, sending a wave of heat coiling through Wade’s stomach. Wade slid his hands to Lance’s shoulders, then cupped his face. They stared at each other, panting, their chests rising and falling.

And then their lips clashed together, and there hands were everywhere, tugging at Lance’s shirt, in each other’s hair, pulling at waistbands, heat building between them as clothes came off and tossed to the ground. Wade vibrated with need as he yanked off Lance’s pants. He settled between Lance’s legs, his weight braced on his hands, on either side of Lance’s waist.