“Oh, yeah. He’s a career thief with a long record of petty crimes. He’d never taken the step of breaking into a house and made the mistake of choosing yours—the one right next to the detective who happened to be getting home from work at the same time.”
“Well, maybe it wasn’t such a big mistake, after all. It was nice to meet you, even if it was in the dead of night in my bedroom.”
That shy, sweet smile of Elliot’s captivated Win and pulled him in. Without stopping to think, he leaned forward and kissed Elliot on the cheek. Elliot froze for a second and Win whispered, “Is this okay?”
Elliot turned his head and touched Win’s mouth with his soft lips. There was something pure about kissing Elliot, like the beauty of a sunrise. Something you know will bring you pleasure, yet when it happens, it’s as fresh and new as if you’ve never experienced it before.
Win didn’t take the kiss further than the gentle touch of his mouth to Elliot’s—no sucking tongues or nibbling on those perfect lips. Not that he didn’t want to know what Elliot tasted like.
God, did he want to. It should’ve freaked him out how much he liked kissing Elliot, but what he really wanted was to kiss him more. He kept it light, but even the sound of Elliot breathing turned him on. Kissing him was an incredible combination of the innocent and erotic, sensual and playful. The feathery touches enflamed him, and he shook with the struggle to keep from crushing their mouths together. Calling on his inner strength, and with great reluctance, he pulled away and pressed their foreheads together.
“Nice to meet you too, Elliot Hansen.”
