130 Chapter 130

Tate was on his feet seconds later. He strode after Van, grabbing his arm. “You don’t get away that easily,” he practically shouted, swinging Van around. For what seemed to him like an eternity they stared at each other. Then they were kissing. Heat seemed to flow between them as the kiss deepened, pent-up passion and need pouring into the melding of their mouths.

“Damn it to hell, I missed you,” Tate groaned when they eventually broke apart, panting.

“Not as much as I missed you,” Van replied, gasping for breath. He gripped the hem of Tate’s T-shirt, pulling it over Tate’s head before tossing it aside.

Tate made quick work of removing the dress shirt Van was wearing, buttons flying in all directions. They stopped to kiss again, Tate running his hands over Van’s back, remembering every inch of it as if it had been yesterday when he last touched him. “I want you now, stripped naked on my bed,” Tate ordered.