Chapter 25

Elijah’s mouth was warm and responsive, like he could happily stay right where he was and kiss Sam all night long. His hands were as busy as before, but now he caressed Sam with far more deliberation, seeking out the sensitive spots he had already learned. Sam squirmed against him without breaking the kiss, moaning each time Elijah found a tender patch of skin. Somehow, in the midst of all his touching, Elijah worked Sam’s shirt off his shoulders.

His pants came next, though Sam took care of those himself. There was no time to feel cold, not with Elijah touching everywhere he could reach. Hot fingertips skimmed over his chest, and when one circled his nipple, Sam had to tear away to gasp for breath, resting his brow to Elijah’s.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he panted. “You’re not even naked yet, and I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“To be fair, you’ve been ready to explode all evening. What do you want?”