Sunny wet his lips, unsure what that meant, but happy to stay put if he got to sit with Grant a little longer. He reached out and closed the screen over, giving them both a clear view of the fire.
Grant’s hand had fallen, but it was now on Sunny’s knee, his thumb rubbing tiny circles into the fabric of Sunny’s jeans.
This was, uh…
Well, they’d had a few too-intimate moments today, but Sunny hadalwaysstarted them.
Was Grant doing this absent-mindedly, or was hefinallyresponding to every hint Sunny could think of giving him short of coming downstairs naked?
There was really only one way to find out. Cautiously, and with his stomach in knots, Sunny shifted to rest his head against Grant’s shoulder, sighing as he settled in.
This was so damnednice.
Grant smelled of pine and chocolate, the faintest hint of a Christmas-spiced cologne hanging onto his skin. His hand was so warm, heat from it radiating up Sunny’s leg and pooling in his stomach, low-level arousal building there.
Sunny swallowed, unsure what to do next.
Grant wasn’t saying no. He was leaning into it, shifting to draw the blanket around them, humming softly.
Hewantedthis.
It was so obvious now. He’d gone from carefully not giving any hints to suddenly being so warm and open, so approachable.
Sunny wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss Grant more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.
His stomach bottomed out as he turned his head, reaching up to touch Grant’s jaw, waiting for him to look toward him.
Sunny wet his lips, staring at Grant’s, taking a moment to appreciate how good this was going to feel. A tiny smile from Grant was all the encouragement he needed, the tiny signal enough to spur him forward.
Sunny made a soft, needy sound as he discovered that Grant’s lips were as soft as they looked, his five-o’clock shadow just as excitingly scratchy as Sunny had imagined it would be, his mouth warm.
The sound he made as he melted into the kiss was even more amazing than Sunny could have dreamed. He sounded like a man who’d just discovered hazelnut lattes or chocolate lava cake for the first time.
To top it all off, he tasted like marshmallows and the faintest hint of whisky. A month ago, if Sunny had been asked to describe the perfect older man, he couldn’t have come up with someone as wonderful as Grant.
Just as he was thinking that, Grant pulled back, putting his palm in the center of Sunny’s chest. His eyes were dark and glazed, his cheeks flushed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
A jolt of arousal hit Sunny directly in the gut. He wanted this man. He’d never wanted anyone more than he wanted Grant right now.
“Are you sure about this?” Grant asked, his voice a half-octave deeper than normal, arousal obvious in his tone.
Sunny nodded. He didn’t even have to think about it. Screw the consequences, how often was he going to meet someone like this? Someone as perfect and kind and warm as Grant was.
“I’m sure,” he confirmed. “I’m off the clock,” he added, wanting to soothe any fears Grant might have had about this coming back to bite him.
Sunny would never have done anything to hurt him. Not for the world.
He leaned forward, putting his hot chocolate down and then taking Grant’s away from him as well, leaving them both on the coffee table.
Then, before Grant had a chance to object, he swung his leg over Grant’s lap, settling down on top of him. “I’ve beendyingto do this,” Sunny said, leaning in again.
Maybe being trapped in a cabin together wasn’tsobad.
