“But I knew where to find you.”
Jace smiled and exhaled, his body relaxing as he breathed. “So you did.”
“I think we both have work to do,” Callahan said, “but as long as we know where to find each other…”
Jace took Callahan’s hand and pulled him up from the chair. Callahan arranged himself in the middle of Jace’s slender thighs, and Jace pressed both of their hands against his chest, in the center.
“Here,” Jace said.
Callahan nodded, swallowing back a surge of unexpected emotion. “Would you tell me again?” he asked.
“I’ll tell you anything.”
“Tell me you love me.”
Jace grinned, and took Callahan’s face into the cradle of his hands. “I love you.”
Callahan kissed him, slanting their mouths together like it was a move he’d been practicing for years, not weeks. Jace’s grip on his face tightened, his fingers pressing into Callahan’s cheeks as he deepened the kiss.
Jace kissed him until he was breathless and worried his cock had leaked through the front of his slacks. Sucking in a deep breath, he put space between them, committing Jace’s flushed cheeks to memory for the rest of his life.
“Is your camera here?” he asked.
Jace nodded, pulling his camera out of his bag and handing it to Callahan without question. “Did you see something worth capturing?”
Callahan raised the camera and squinted, staring out the viewfinder and focusing the lens on Jace’s wide eyes and kiss-swollen mouth.
“Yeah,” he answered, “I did.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jace Gets it All
“What do you do with all the pictures?”
Callahan stretched out on the bed and watched as Jace carefully hung his clothes up in the closet.
“Which ones?” Jace put the last hanger on the rod and leveled a sharp look across the room. “And are you going to help with the laundry at all? Most of this is yours.”
Callahan laughed and covered his face with the pillow. “I put away the socks,andI opened the box of lube.”
“Did you now?”
Jace stalked across the room and crawled onto the bed, then he tore the pillow away from Callahan’s face. Callahan tried to cover his face with his hands, but Jace grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms to the sides, holding him down on the bed. Jace’s cock thickened, loving the position, loving the control. He leaned down and stole a kiss as Callahan tried to speak.
“For later,” Callahan whispered, the words obscured by the rough press of Jace’s mouth.
Jace had been living with Callahan for three months, and he was certain he’d never grow tired of having the other man around. Every promise Callahan made, he kept. Every dream he had, he fought for. There wasn’t a moment in a single day that Callahan hadn’t inspired him to be a better man, and that had been surprising to him. Even though he’d seen bursts of the man Callahan was meant to be, watching him fully grow into that person was a gift, and every day, Callahan amazed him with his perseverance, dedication, and drive. Their lives may have been different before, separated by age, and money, and experience, but together now—it was perfect.
“For now,” Jace corrected with a growl, releasing one of Callahan’s wrists and reaching for the nightstand. His motions were unhurried and practiced, and both of them were naked before Callahan could stop to help.
“We don’t have time,” Callahan warned.
“There’s always time.” He kissed Callahan again and shifted their weight around to make room for his hand. His fingers were slick, and he pressed against Callahan’s hole, sliding into the man he loved and stretching him open.
“And if you must know, I keep the pictures,” he said.
“What for?” Callahan arched off the bed as Jace speared him apart.
