“So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?”
“What were you thinking? I have to go into town and check on some things for the party tomorrow night, but I can do that later. I’m happy to return to my former slothlike state of ass-in-chair.”
Before Chess could answer, the door opened and André walked in.
“Youarehere. Dottie told me the two of you left lunch, but she wasn’t sure where you went.” He dropped his overnight bag and held out his arms. “Surprise.”
“Holy shit, what are you doing home?”
Chess jumped him, and André cupped the back of his head and brushed their lips together. “I missed you, love.”
“My cue to leave. I’ll tell everyone not to expect you until dinnertime. Try and keep the loud moaning to a minimum.” Snickering, Spencer shut the door behind him.
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Mmm. Me too. I’ve decided I hate being in bed alone. I couldn’t sleep all night.”
Hedidlook tired, and Chess brushed his knuckles across his cheek. “No? You should take a nap, then.”
André stepped out of his sneakers and pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Only if you get into the bed with me.”
Anticipatory thrills traveled through him, and his senses tingled as he stripped and slid under the covers, molding his nakedness to André’s muscled body, André’s warmth soaking through him. André spooned him and started trailing kisses across the span of his shoulders.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to fall asleep if you keep doing that.”
The rumble of André’s laughter vibrated through him. “Who said anything about sleep?”
Chapter Eighteen
Hazy silver eyes gazed up at him, and André settled his mouth over Chess’s, the kiss warm and sweet. Their tongues danced and played while he shifted over Chess. Muscle slid along muscle, hands touching and stroking. Sea air with a taste of salt greeted his tongue. The scent of the ocean, the sweetness of wine and honey-almond shampoo, were all part of Chess and therefore part of him. It was comfort. Peace. Home.
“I missed this. Even if it’s only been one night. I don’t like being apart from you. I never have, and I’ll never get used to it.” Again, he claimed Chess’s lips, their kisses growing heated, possessive, fierce. Chess slid a leg over his hip, and André felt the hardness of his cock thrusting against his belly. He smiled at Chess’s eagerness.
“I canceled my appointment. I told the hotel manager to handle the renovations of the health club. I have more important things to handle. Like you.” He reached for the lube, and after coating his own aching shaft, spread Chess open.
“I’m ready to be handled.” With a hand wrapped around his length, Chess lazily stroked himself from root to glistening tip, his motions growing faster.
“You’re already there for me?” Fire blazed through André as he watched the flush of Chess’s desire rise over his skin and listened to his breathing grow harsh and labored.
“I’m always ready for you. From the very first, I wanted you.”
He nudged inside Chess, feeling him widen before drawing him in, bringing him home. “I’ve always been yours.” To have found the one person who fit him perfectly, like a second skin, was a miracle André refused to take for granted.
Despite the chill of the air-conditioned room, sweat poured off their bodies as they rocked together, his dick sliding in and out of Chess’s hot, tight clasp. His hips punched forward, thrusting deep as his tongue played around the points of Chess’s nipples.
“André, please,André.” Chess moaned and gasped beneath him as he came with a groan and a shudder. Bedsheets were twisted into knots, pillows flung to the floor, but André was lost in the dark, velvet recesses of Chess’s body. Their lovemaking was as familiar as his own heartbeat, yet new with Chess calling out his name and grasping him in a fierce, almost desperate embrace. Arms and legs tangled as he drove once, twice, three times, coming hard with a choked cry in Chess’s still-shaking body.
It took him a moment to come to, and when his heart stopped pounding and his eyes focused, he found Chess beneath him, a self-satisfied smile on his lips.
“You’re looking proud of yourself.” Taking care, he eased out of Chess but rolled over and stayed by his side.
“It’s not every day I get to see you lose control.” Their feet tangled together, and Chess kissed his shoulder. “I like that. You need to let go sometimes.”
The post-sex drowsiness crept upon him and he yawned and stretched. “I do, but that’s reserved for you. Take a shower with me, and then we can nap.”
Chess gazed at his sticky chest. “I guess that’s called for.”
Once under the steamy water, Chess poured out the bath gel on a sponge and swirled it over them both. The fragrant honey-almond scent rose in the warmth, and he hummed his pleasure when Chess rubbed his shoulders and neck. “Damn, that feels good. Your hands are magic. Maybe you need to give me a massage. The nap can wait.”
