Chapter 72

Lance stared into Wade’s eyes as they chased their orgasms, his own finally crashing over him. He hung onto Wade with everything he had. Waves of colors washed over him, blues and turquoise and aquamarine. As he flew, he felt Wade’s hips stutter and a warmth filled him as his husband joined him in orgasm.

As they came down, they kissed, gentle, sweet kisses as they lay together, still joined. Wade moved to pull out and Lance stopped him. “Please. Just a minute?”

Wade nodded, swallowed hard. Lance focused on his Adam’s apple and had the strongest urge to lick him.

“Did you mean it?”

Lance furrowed his brow. “Mean what?”

“That you wanted me to make you mine.” His rough voice cut through Lance and it dawned on him that his big, sexy husband was feeling vulnerable.

He cupped Wade’s cheeks. “I’ve never said anything I meant more in my life. I know this has been a wild ride and we surely have a lot to talk about, but make no mistake, Wade—my heart is yours.”