The kiss didn’t end. It just continued, going on and on. Edwin didn’t wonder why his lungs never burned. He didn’t need air. He needed Cooper’s clever mouth, his slow, seductive tongue, his sweet breath. He held the back of Cooper’s head, fingering the strands, pulling him closer, searching more of his mouth. His knees felt weak. He wanted to sink to his knees and drag Cooper down with him. His stomach tightened, his throat tightened, and his cock twitched.
“Meet me, Edwin,” Cooper breathed. “Meet me, please.”
Nobody had ever sounded so desperate for him. Cooper had never sounded this desperate before. But after the previous night, and the night before that, Edwin didn’t blame him. As far as he knew, their meetings might have felt good, but they didn’t satisfy Cooper. Not like Edwin was satisfied.
“Okay.”
Cooper smiled. Overhead, the moon glowed brighter and brighter, until it was shining with the power of the sun. “At lunch?”
“Lunch,” Edwin confirmed.