Chapter 67

Jesse’s fingers were tight against Gideon’s scalp, and he gripped Gideon’s shirt with his other hand, like he was never going to let him go. Gideon wrapped his arms around him in turn, pulling them flush. Sliding against Gideon’s body, Jesse put as much of himself into the kiss as he could. He wanted every inch of Gideon to know him, to know that he couldn’t contain his feelings any more.

Jess rarely took the lead when they kissed, but he did now. He controlled the speed, the depth, the delicate dance of their tongues, and the fact that Gideon didn’t try to wrest the control back only intensified Jesse’s desire. He needed this, after years of silence, and the past two weeks of extreme pleasure—and surrender. He needed to know that Gideon would take it, even if it was just this once.