Brantley’s lips were warm and smooth and surprisingly soft, but they weren’t pliant. The only reaction was the tension that coiled in his hard body. Reese felt Brantley’s restraint, knew the man was going to make him work for it.
Figuring he’d crossed the line already, Reese moved into a better position, propping up his upper body by planting his hands on either side of Brantley’s head, holding himself there as he dared to slide his tongue over Brantley’s lower lip.
“Kiss me back, dammit,” he grumbled, lifting his head and meeting Brantley’s eyes.
“You sure you want that?”
Reese narrowed his eyes and spoke the truth as he knew it. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Brantley whispered.
It took a moment for the words to register, but then all thought fled. In an unexpected turn, Reese ended up on his back, Brantley mirroring Reese’s previous position, suspended over him. This time when their lips came together there was no hesitation on Brantley’s part.
Christ Almighty.
When Brantley’s lips parted, allowing Reese entry, he could taste passion blazing and it went right to his bloodstream like a drug. All of his senses seemed to heighten, the way a drug addict’s might when they took a hit.
Their tongues collided in a slow but exquisite mating, Reese’s hands cupping Brantley’s face, holding him in place. Sure, he was currently on the bottom, but he had no intentions of giving up control.
But as quickly as it had heated, the kiss morphed, shifting into an exploration of tongues. Brantley was kissing him in a sensual manner that had Reese’s balls tightening, a lightning bolt arcing along his spine. He briefly wondered if he could come from the perfection of that kiss.
Aside from keeping their lips melded, Brantley didn’t move to touch him in any other way. His hands were fisted on the bed, holding him up so Reese maintained control of the kiss. It was a concerted effort, he knew. Brantley wasn’t used to letting go of the reins, but he was doing so for Reese.
This was different than any kiss Reese had ever experienced before. Hotter, more intense. He didn’t expect the onslaught of emotions. Confusion warred with desire, but he didn’t try to pull away. He didn’t want to stop. And when Brantley moaned softly, Reese did the same, groaning low in his throat as the sensations rippled through him.
The moment eventually came to an end when Brantley lifted his head.
Reese stared up at him, unable to look away as his lungs worked overtime to fill.
Brantley’s smirk was slow and sexy. “You good?”
“Yeah,” he said in a rush. “I’m … better than good.”
The glint of heat in Brantley’s eyes sent another bolt of lust through him, but Reese resisted the urge to kiss him again. For now, he was satisfied. Either he would continue to want more or he would chalk up the experience to curiosity.
“I’m gonna shower, then I’ll make eggs and bacon.”
“You shower, and I’ll make breakfast.”
Brantley nodded, his gaze dropping to Reese’s lips once more. While he wouldn’t have pushed him away, Reese exhaled his relief when the man moved, crawling out of bed and padding naked to the bathroom.
Upon his retreat, Reese took the opportunity to watch him stroll away. His gaze slid down Brantley’s impressive back, observing the sexy flex and pull of his muscles, over the various scars that decorated his skin, then pausing on his firm ass.
Yeah, Reese was definitely better than good, but that didn’t tell him a damn thing about what the future held.
Not that he was thinking about the future. No, the here and now seemed more pressing.
Dropping back onto Brantley’s bed, Reese stared up at the ceiling, a smile pulling at his lips.
That kiss…
Twenty minutes later, Brantley joined Reese in the kitchen.
Not sure what he was expecting, Reese waited for the weirdness to encompass the room, to chase out the laid-back chill he’d had going on since he came in here to make breakfast, but it didn’t. In fact, it felt like any of the other times they’d shared a meal. Granted, there was still the underlying desire to kiss Brantley again, to feel his lips, to taste the mint of his toothpaste.
He refrained, offering a smile as he passed over a plate with toast, egg whites, and six pieces of bacon.
“You’re servin’ me too?” Brantley asked with a smirk, his gaze sweeping over the plate. “Careful now. I could get used to this.” When he looked up, he was still smiling. “Well, except for the egg whites. Not sure why you gotta go and ruin a perfectly good egg.”
“Healthier.”
“So I hear.”
“Don’t worry, next meal’s on you and I’m expecting steak.”
Realizing how that sounded, Reese ducked his head, chuckled.
Brantley took a seat, grabbed his phone, and glanced at the screen as he picked up his fork.
