Chapter 17

He focused on Danny’s warm skin, on the tangle of his tongue, on the feel of him growing hard in his jeans beneath Mal’s weight. The blood rushed from his brain southward, and the din of disquiet drained away as well. Danny was going to feel so good…

Bucking up into Mal as if to stress that point, Danny gasped from the kiss, hot and noisy against the side of Mal’s mouth. Tongue darting out, Mal kissed his way along Danny’s jaw in response, kissed his neck, sucked on the skin there hard and eager, and ground his hips down into Danny at the same time.

“Yeah, yeah…” Danny huffed, sending another tremor to flutter low in Mal’s belly.