The moment he offered the kiss, he regretted it.
It was out of habit. Like something he would have done before he’d left, but as Mason stroked his hand through Chase’s hair, Chase allowed himself to enjoy it just like he’d enjoyed the sex more than he should have. But it was everything that had made sex with Mason so wonderful. It was just as Mason had said—he knew every part of his body better than anyone else could—so it was almost effortless for him to satisfy his desires and to know what excited and aroused him.
“Not as much has changed as I figured would have,” Mason noted.
Chase shifted his head on Mason’s chest so that he could look into his eyes. “Look at that big grin. Haven’t seen that since I got here.”
“Well, you gave me something worth smiling about.”
Chase chuckled, but with it came a bittersweet awareness. “What are we doing, Mason?”
“Does it matter? Can’t we just enjoy it? We’ve still got it. That’s not a bad thing. Most married couples can’t say that.”
“It’s sad, but you’re right.”
“This isn’t the first time life’s taken us down a path we didn’t expect. Doesn’t change what we can work up in the bedroom. Didn’t you like it?”
“You know I liked it. I’m not going to pretend after that.”
“I wouldn’t let you get away with it if you tried.”
Mason rolled toward him while Chase repositioned onto his back. Mason straddled him, pushing his elbows into the mattress on either side of him.
“I did like it. A lot,” Chase confessed. “But—”
“Wearemarried, so no one can accuse us of living in sin.”
A wicked smirk overtook his face, making Chase’s dick harden again.
“Be serious,” Chase said.
“We’ll be serious later.”
He kissed Chase’s cheek, then down his neck and across his body as he crawled backward toward the foot of the bed.
“Let’s do this. Do what we want. How we want to do it. I can make you happy, Chase. I can make you real fucking happy. You know I’m being serious.”
As he said that, his lips reached Chase’s lengthening cock.
Damn, he was good. So fucking good.
Chase growled. He felt silly for sounding like some sort of animal, but he didn’t figure Mason minded.
He rested his hand on the back of Mason’s head as Mason licked up Chase’s shaft.
“Let’s have tonight. Please.” His hot breath rushed across Chase’s flesh. “We can give ourselves that much.”
They were going again?
They really had to, considering he was so painfully hard.
Chase’s balls felt so full, even though he knew they had already been given the necessary relief just a few minutes earlier.
Chase rolled his head against Mason’s pillow. “Just tonight.”
Mason smiled. “And maybe tomorrow, too?”
How could Chase deny that beautiful face covered with the charming smile that made him cave again and again when he was young?
