But with each stroke into his body, Charlie thought it might just be. When he touched Bryce, the other man made sounds of such pure pleasure, they reverberated through Charlie, too. And each time Bryce found a new place to claim, Charlie was convinced it couldn’t get any better than that. His lips were raw from Bryce’s stubble, his skin was slick with their sweat, and all he could think about was how next to drive Bryce crazy.
“Charlie…”
The soft word took Charlie by surprise. Mainly because Bryce barely took his mouth away from Charlie’s lips and face. He strained to hear more over his own pounding heart and rapid breaths.
“You’re perfect. God. You’re so perfect.”
“I’m not,” he denied, though he wasn’t so sure Bryce heard him. He slipped a hand up to cup the back of Bryce’s head and deliberately moved his mouth closer to the man’s ear. “I just think this is the way it’s supposed to be.”
“You’re right. I’ll prove it, every day if you let me.”