Chapter 37

Kip returned it feverishly, using it to push away the bad memories of the past twenty-four hours and the reason behind them. Need flooded him as he opened to John’s questing tongue. He wanted more. He wanted it all. He pulled away, tearing at John’s shirt, trying to pull it over his head. With John’s help, he succeeded.

“Now, you,” John said, his eyes gleaming with desire. He used a little more decorum as he removed Kip’s turtleneck, being careful of the bandage on his throat. “You’re sure you want this?” he asked when he finished.

Kip gave a sharp nod. Standing, he pulled John to his feet before instigating another heated kiss which didn’t end until they’d made their way to the bedroom. The rest of their clothing came off in a flurry of movement and then they were on the bed.

Only then did John say with obvious reluctance, as he touched the deep bruise on Kip’s chest, “You’re really not in any shape to—”