“Oh, no.” Angel laughed, modestly. “I can’t play the guitar. It’s too hard.”
Angel tried to protest, but Tommy put the guitar in his lap. He was apprehensive, almost afraid to hold it. It was adorable.
“It’s not going to break.” Tommy positioned the guitar on Angel’s knee. “Get the feel of it in your hands for a while.”
Angel held the guitar in a rigid embrace but made no attempt to play it.
Tommy demonstrated a simple chord and put the guitar back in Angel’s lap. He tried to replicate it, but his hand was awkward around the fretboard and his fingers couldn’t reach the strings.
Tommy moved closer and held Angel’s manicured and uncalloused fingertips over the correct strings.
Angel furrowed his brow and concentrated on holding them down. He glanced up at Tommy. “Like this?”
Angel’s dark eyes peeked through the strands of his jet-black hair.
Tommy slowly nodded.
“Now what do I do?”
Tommy put the pick between Angel’s fingers. “Strike all six strings in one fluid motion.”
Their thighs were touching, and Tommy could feel Angel’s warm breath blowing across his cheek.
Angel dragged the pick over the guitar strings. It was slow and choppy.
“That’s it. That’s good. Now, do it again, only do it really fast this time.”
Teaching guitar never sounded so dirty.
Angel repeated the chord several times, each time with more confidence, and eventually, all the notes rang together.
“You did it. That’s a G chord.”
“I can’t believe it. My prince! Thank you so much!”
Those two words always made Tommy’s blood race and sent his heart into a static frenzy. “I love it when you call me ‘my prince’,” he said, softly.
Angel’s eyes bore into Tommy’s for several seconds. “My prince,” he whispered.
A hot shiver ran down Tommy’s back. He could barely hear anything over the sound of his heart beating in his ears. The sexual chemistry they shared was palpable. It was an entity that occupied its own space. It crowded the room and pushed them together . . .
The sound of fingers snapping brought Tommy back to the present, and he blinked several times.
“Where’d you go?” Angel asked. “You just spaced out on me.”
Overheated and sporting an erection from the memory, Tommy flattened Angel against the counter and pressed his body against his husband. Sparks burned him from the inside out at the contact and made his heart race with adrenaline. He took Angel’s face between his palms and placed a hard kiss on this sexy man’s mouth.
The strong jaw in his hands, the razor stubble under his fingers, and Angel’s masculine scent stirred things inside Tommy like nothing else. The dominant force behind Angel’s kiss was aggressive and forceful and caused Tommy to heave heated breaths out of his nostrils.
Angel took control and tugged on a handful of Tommy’s hair as his mouth pressed purposeful circles onto Tommy’s lips. The pressure was so hard against Tommy’s jaw and against his crotch that he let out a soft whimper. He loved the aggression.
The sound did something to Angel that made him grunt like an animal, and the next thing Tommy knew, they were in the pantry with the door closed and Tommy was bent over the box freezer.
As he hung onto the edges of the appliance, his knees knocked against the front of it. He was trying to be quiet, but Angel could never hold back. Restraint wasn’t something either of them possessed, and another heavy thrust knocked the freezer against the back wall.
“Someone is going to hear us,” Tommy whispered, his voice mixed with lust and a bit of amusement.
“I can’t help it, mi amor,” Angel whispered in Tommy’s ear. “My passion for you is uncontainable. Te amo mucho.”
