Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“How about I tell you when I think of something? Now come on, we’re almost there.” Renzo’s voice had lost some of its tension. Bets and physical activity seemed to work like magic on him, and Canaan filed that information away for later.
When they finally reached the fourth floor, Renzo unlocked the room and held the door open. Canaan stumbled into the dark foyer, fumbling for a light switch, and almost falling into Renzo who was closer behind him than he’d realized.
“Whoa.” Renzo righted him, strong hand on Canaan’s elbow. “Thought we’d left the falling down to the guys getting toasted tonight?”
He said it light, but Canaan was reminded how uncomfortable the evening must have been for him. “I’m sorry. They’re—”
“Told you. Don’t apologize.” Renzo crowded him into the wall.
“Oh? What should I do?” Canaan’s voice came out more breathless than he’d like, drunk on Renzo’s nearness, on his lemony scent, his warm bulk pressing into Canaan.
“This.” And with that, Renzo’s mouth claimed his, swallowing his surprised gasp.
Chapter Eight
Renzo would undoubtedly regret this, would wish he’d had more self-control, would yell at himself for letting his emotions drive him to this moment. But as he pressed Canaan back against the wall, all he could think about was how much he needed this. Food. Water. Exercise. Sleep. Even air. None of it mattered as much as kissing Canaan. Their mouths met, and Canaan gasped, a surprised squawk.
Renzo pulled back a few millimeters. “We good?”
“Hell, yes.” Canaan tugged him closer, mouth eager as it found Renzo’s. Despite the urgency strumming through his veins, Renzo forced himself to go slow. First kisses were among his favorite things, that tentative dance between two people figuring out what they liked, and he always tried to savor it. No matter what came next, this was good, the way Canaan stretched to meet him, hands clutching at Renzo’s shoulders, full mouth soft under Renzo’s.
He wasn’t bashful about showing Renzo what he liked either, nipping at Renzo’s mouth and sucking at his lips, driving Renzo out of his fucking mind. Despite his resolve to slow down, his mouth opened on a moan, deepening the kiss, welcoming Canaan’s tongue. He let Canaan have his fun for several long moments before chasing Canaan’s tongue back into his mouth, taking over the kiss. Canaan whimpered and pulled Renzo closer still.
The angle was weird, Canaan balancing on his toes, Renzo bending his knees, and finally, he made a frustrated growl, and pushed Canaan more firmly into the wall, lifting him up.
“Fuck yes.” Canaan’s eyes drifted shut, and his head tipped back. Renzo wanted more of that mouth, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to nibble at his neck and jaw. Unlike him, Canaan hadn’t taken the time to shave, and the prickle of stubble on his tongue made Renzo’s dick throb. Canaan’s moans didn’t help any either, making him ache with a need that made him press into Canaan, seeking even more contact.
“Yeah, yeah, that,” Canaan moaned.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Renzo ordered, arms adjusting Canaan’s weight. Damn. He felt so right in Renzo’s arms, like Renzo had been waiting his whole life for this moment. Canaan complied, and their pelvises aligned, Canaan’s denim-covered hard cock rubbing against Renzo’s. Trapped in his jeans, he was in some serious discomfort, but even if he was about to die of dick strangulation, he regretted nothing, kept right on kissing Canaan, hips rocking into his body.
“Oh. My. God.” Canaan pulled away to gasp between each word. “You weren’t lying about packing, were you?”
“Uh...”
“Let me down.”
Fuck. Carefully, he lowered Canaan so his feet touched the carpet again. If this was where Canaan did the nervous puking thing, Renzo might never recover. This was why he so seldom fucked around. He should—
“Switch with me.” But instead of running for the bathroom, Canaan had a feral gleam in his eye as he reversed their positions, pushing Renzo into the wall before sinking to his knees. “This I gotta see.”
“Umm.” The only thing worse than Canaan puking might be him using Renzo for medical curiosity. But Canaan’s fingers were on Renzo’s fly, and his dick didn’t have the same scruples as his brain.
“Please.” Canaan gazed up at him, mouth swollen and red from all the kissing. And fuck, but Renzo was powerless to deny him anything. He nodded, and a slow smile broke out across Canaan’s face. “I’ll stop if you get uncomfortable. Promise.”
Too late. Renzo was already more nervous than he liked as Canaan undid his fly. His fingers skimmed over the front of Renzo’s boxers. Tilting his head, he considered something. The glancing contact was still enough to have Renzo biting back a moan. Then, rather than try to withdraw the cock, Canaan shoved Renzo’s jeans down.
“I need more room to work.” He grinned up at Renzo. Work was exactly what Renzo wanted to avoid for him, and he made a frustrated noise.