His tongue slid into my mouth, moving against my own. Heat burned in my belly and spread through my body, making me want to press this man back against the couch and straddle him, tug his boxers out of the way and finally get my hands on his dick.
I realised suddenly how far gone I was and pulled back.
Declan’s eyes were glazed over and his lips were pink and shiny, parted slightly. It took all my self-restraint not to dive back in and kiss him again, taste those lips.
Then he blinked at me, seeming to blink himself back to reality. I saw the moment he realised what we’d done. His eyes went wide and he sat bolt upright.
“Sorry,” he cried, “I’m sorry.”
I pretty much had to hold him down, my hands on his shoulders, to stop him from scrambling off the couch but I knew by now that, when Declan was overwhelmed, he bolted. I needed him to process this. Even if it was embarrassing for the both of us.
And even if I wanted to inch my body slightly closer. It wouldn’t take much, to move my body basically into his lap.
“I’m not sorry,” I said.
“You’re not?”
I took a breath and held it for a second, summoning up the courage to do what I’d told Declan he needed to do. Tell the truth. Admit what he wants.
“No, I’m not sorry. I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages.”
He could not have looked more shocked if he’d tried.
“Even with my—”
He gestured down at his leg.
“Your limb difference is part of who you are now, Declan. And it doesn’t change how much I want you.”
He leaned forward and took my lips again. I was a weak man because I leaned into that kiss, squirming around to straddle him and press our groins together. I was wearing my usual jogging bottoms, casual and easy to move in, and Declan still hadn’t put his jeans back on. His bare legs were beneath me, only the thin cotton of his boxers in my way.
I was consumed with the need to come against him, grinding down onto his erection. He felt so good, his body big against mine, getting stronger as we worked on his muscles again together. I was nearly there, about to come in my pants when I heard a sound from next door. In the bedroom, Sonny gave a faint moan.
It was as effective as plunging into the icy water to cool my need.
I yanked my head back and scrambled off Declan’s lap. I stood there, panting, my dick pointing straight at him through my trousers, a little wet patch at the head.
Declan’s eyes were fixed on it for ages.
Sonny moaned again and I wondered if he were in pain. We really needed to check.
Then I realised that Declan hadn’t heard him. He licked his lips and raised his eyes slowly up my body to my face. Those flushed cheeks were so gorgeous and the dark pupils were doing things to me, making me want to climb straight back into his lap.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
“No. You were amazing. And I really want you. But you’re not in the right frame of mind to make this choice. You’re upset about Sonny and feeling vulnerable.”
His cheeks flushed darker and he glanced at the closed bedroom door.
I could see the indecision on his face. Whatever he felt for me, even if it was real desire, was nothing compared to what he felt for Sonny. They had years of being together, a history I could never have. And he loved Sonny. This was their time to be together.
“I’m very interested in you, Declan. But I know you and Sonny can work this out. I’m not going to stand in your way.”
Stepping backwards, I inhaled deeply, hating the fact that I could smell Declan’s arousal, rich and spicy.
I gestured at my crotch, and regretted it when Declan’s eyes followed my hands and my dick twitched under his scrutiny.
“I’d better go and change my trousers. I’ll check on Sonny while I’m there.”
