Chapter 57

He doesn’t have to ask twice.

Alan covers Jim’s mouth with his own. Jim’s tongue slips into Alan’s mouth easily, rubbing over the back of his teeth and inside his cheeks, twining around his tongue, tasting him, savoring him. Hungry—for him. Alan can feel Jim’s need in the way Jim grasps the back of his neck and pulls him closer. In the thrust of Jim’s tongue, the firm lips pressed to his, the arm fast around his waist, holding him tight.

Knowing this man in his arms wants him ignites his blood.

Then the kiss devolves into a flurry of little pecks, both of them eager and gasping, each clutching the other, wanting this, and this, and thisand so much more.

Breathless, Jim manages to ask, “Brooks home?”

“At the mall,” Alan sighs.

“So I have you all to myself.”