Chapter 18
Malcolm’s hands found Darien’s wrists at the same time he was yanked forward, but Darien neither relinquished nor retreated. On the contrary, he used Malcolm’s surprise to his advantage, pulling Malcolm against his mouth and into a crushing kiss. One of Darien’s hands released Malcolm’s shirt, the other tightened that much more, and the freed one gripped the back of Malcolm’s head in a tight, hair-wrenching hold. While Darien’s lips worked against him, Darien’s tongue sought entry until Malcolm relented.
Tooth surfaces ground against one another more than once, lips were crushed without consideration for their fragility but the slick slide of the wet muscles tangling made the rest meaningless. Darien pulled back to draw breath, waited for Malcolm to open his eyes, and without grin or condescension whispered, “Especially when I know you want this just as much as I do.”