When Reese shifted, sitting up, Brantley thought for a second he was going to disappear on him. Instead, he watched as Reese tugged his T-shirt over his head, tossing it over the side of the bed. More movement resulted in Reese dragging his shorts down his legs. Those were added to the pile on the floor before Reese turned back to him.
Lost to the heat coursing through him, Brantley moved as Reese did, sliding to his back while the big man moved over him. He hissed in a breath when he felt the warmth of the man’s skin against his own. Then he was staring up at Reese, those golden eyes imploring him as though Brantley could make everything all right.
Reaching up, he cupped Reese’s face, let his thumb brush over his cheek.
“All in,” Reese whispered. “That’s what I am, Brantley. With you … I want to be all in.”
Dark thunder sounded in his ears when Reese leaned down, kissing him softly at first before his tongue slid into Brantley’s mouth. He welcomed the intrusion, his hands getting with the program as he roamed them along the smooth contour of Reese’s back. He could feel the muscles flex and shift as Reese settled himself over him, his thighs urging Brantley’s open.
He curled his arms around Reese, his fingers sliding over the tense muscles in Reese’s shoulders as he held on tightly, pulling him down until they were chest to chest, hip to hip.
Reese moaned softly, the sound sending an electric current along Brantley’s spine. He expected them to remain like that, to give in to the mind-numbing ecstasy of simply touching, but he soon learned Reese had something else on his mind.
A hand snaked between their bodies and then Reese was fisting his cock, stroking slowly, firmly. A flash fire ignited in his veins, the man’s touch fanning the flames until they encompassed him. It was the first time Reese had touched him aside from the time he’d given in to Brantley’s demands on the plane. But that had been nothing like this. Hell, he wasn’t sure anything compared to this.
Brantley swallowed Reese’s moan as the man hesitantly teased. He could feel the tension growing, Reese’s uncertainty becoming a living, breathing thing between them.
“Don’t stop,” he urged. “Just like that, Reese.”
As though the encouragement had been needed, Reese’s grip firmed, the stroking continued. Euphoria sparked his nerve endings as he succumbed to the exquisite torture.
“I’m not ready to come,” he warned Reese, nipping his lower lip.
The hand on his cock stilled but didn’t release. He considered that a good sign.
Allowing his lips to trail down to Reese’s jaw, his neck, he licked and nipped before returning to his mouth.
“I want to feel you in my mouth,” he told him. “Let me taste you, Reese. Let me—”
Reese slammed his mouth over his, then surprised him when he rolled to his back, dragging Brantley with him. He moved, not wanting to break the connection as they traded places, Reese beneath him, Brantley straddling his thighs.
In an effort to take his mind off of it, Brantley took Reese’s hands, positioned his arms so that his hands were by his head. Damn, he looked good like that. So fucking beautiful beneath him.
He leaned over Reese, let his breath fan his mouth. “Don’t move. Please don’t move.”
Reese stared back at him, his face flushed, chest heaving. “Not goin’ anywhere.”
He only hoped Reese kept that promise because Brantley wasn’t sure what he’d do if Reese bolted on him now.
Forcing the thought from his brain, he let his hands slide down Reese’s arms, his fingers gliding lightly over his chest as Brantley sat up, staring down at him. He admired him as he let his fingertips roam, watching Reese’s face for signs of what he enjoyed.
Reese was watching him, his eyes hooded but locked on Brantley’s face. Every now and then his chest would heave, a signal he was affected by what Brantley was doing. Inching back, Brantley let his cock slide against Reese’s, the friction dragging a moan from both of them. He continued to focus on Reese’s chest, dragging his fingers over Reese’s nipples. As the small discs hardened, he gave them each a flick, then leaned down and licked one then the other.
“Fuck … yes,” Reese moaned.
Brantley drew one nipple between his teeth, nipped lightly, then moved to the other before gliding his lips back up to Reese’s neck, spending a few minutes licking and laving before venturing south, back over his pecs, lower. Brantley took his time, getting intimately familiar with the man’s body using his hands, his lips, his tongue. Slowly, leisurely, he laved every inch, continuing downward. He trailed his tongue along the grooves of Reese’s abdomen, those sexy abs flexing as he went.
Instead of continuing his trek south, he reversed his path, heading up to his chest once more. He let Reese’s soft groans and the gentle rocking of his hips spur him on. Gave himself the opportunity to observe the sexy man who was currently at his mercy.
