Chapter 72

“Bed?” Paul gasped. “Where?”

“End of the hall.” He surprised Paul by coiling his legs around Paul’s hips, grinding their erections together as he clung to his shoulders as well. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you, too,” Paul muttered as he navigated the hall. He didn’t have the energy or the wherewithal to notice any details of the room. His entire world was focused on Jack, the texture of his mouth, and how good it felt to have Jack’s strong legs around his hips. He knew he wasn’t going to look away from Jack again for the rest of the night. The memories he had held on to so tightly were already fading, and what made him think he could ever live with nothing but time-worn images?

He pushed the bedroom door open with one hand without stopping, and carried Jack directly to the bed. He bent to lower Jack to the mattress, but Jack refused to release him, and they collapsed together, their mouths automatically finding each other again.