Chapter 26

The kiss fluctuated, the two of them falling into an easy push and pull, alternately tasting and tasted. DeShawn traced tiny circles on his neck, infinite geometric patterns sinking through his flesh. The contact was light, barely a caress at all, but Patton’s throat pulled tighter and tighter, clenching in sympathy with the constriction in his groin. He hooked his leg around DeShawn’s legs, holding him in place, trying to destroy the illusion of space between them. They wouldn’t be close enough until one of them was inside the other and Patton didn’t care who topped. Not as long as they were naked and locked together.