Chapter 52

Seth’s heart raced as their tongues dueled. God, he couldn’t get enough of Chris. He loved his scent, his taste. The way he moved, panther-like and sexy.

He was so into the kiss he didn’t realize they’d entered the bedroom until Chris dropped him in the middle of the mattress.

“Hey!” Seth yelped.

“Something wrong, Eggplant?” Chris crawled toward him.

Even in the semi-darkness, Seth saw the glint in Chris’s eyes and rose on his elbows, wriggling backward until his head hit a pillow. Chris turned on a bedside lamp and climbed on top of him. The pressure of their bodies pressed together sent heat through Seth, and his breathing hitched. He felt Chris’s hard dick against his stomach and he rolled his hips, seeking that delicious friction, but Chris grabbed his arms, lifting them above his head.

“Keep them there,” he ordered.

Yeah. Not moving a muscle.