The hotel room door barely closed behind them, before they ended up in a tight embrace, their lips connected in a passionate kiss. Damien tasted like champagne, refined, fuzzy, refreshing, with a hint of sweetness.
And absolutely intoxicating.
Lane's fingers skillfully slipped the buttons of Damien's shirt out of their holes, impatient to get inside, underneath the man's clothes, to his warm, honeyed skin and taut muscles.
Damien's hands were no less busy. They pulled Lane's shirt off his pants, and slipped underneath, his calloused fingers massaging the man's waist and causing him to moan into the kiss, as his abdomen trembled…
Yes, moan. With just some touch from Damien, Lane completely melted. His knees turned weak, and he had to cling to Damien tighter for support…
How could anyone's touch be so electrifying? Lane had never experienced anything quite like this, in any of his countless sexual endeavors!
Oh, damn.