Feeling Miguel’s lean body wriggling beneath his always took him back to when they had first met, a year and a half earlier. It had been the company Christmas party, and Mason had been more than a little drunk. Miguel had crashed into him, and the tray of crackers and crudités had gone flying, both of them tangled into a heap on the floor. One smile from Miguel, and Mason had been smitten.
The mouth that had captivated him from the start was now busy devouring Mason’s. Lightly, Miguel grasped his hips, better aligning their bodies. He seemed in no hurry to turn himself around to satisfy his earlier promise. His tongue and teeth were too busy tasting everywhere they could reach.