Page 45 of Harvest Heat

Rhys’s muscles were as well-defined as Caleb had imagined them. His arms were divine. He shouldn’t ever wear a shirt. Caleb almost laughed as he imagined Rhys working bare-chested behind the counter at Frost + Foam.

“Those too.” He gestured to Rhys’s pants. An adorable pink flush moved up Rhys’s chest and neck and into his face.

“I… um…”

“Come here,” Caleb ordered.

He used one hand on the back of the collar to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside as Rhys slowly approached him. That seemed to help Rhys feel comfortable again. He slid his hands into Caleb’s hair and pulled him down for another hungry kiss.

Caleb groaned at the feel of Rhys’s skin against his. He reached for the fastening of Rhys’s pants. “Okay?” he asked. Rhys nodded frantically.

Caleb slid his hand into Rhys’s fly and palmed his cock through his underwear.

Rhys gasped, and that was all Caleb needed to push down his boxer briefs and free his cock so Caleb could stroke it. Rhys’s head dropped back, and his eyes closed. “Feels so good.”

“Yes,” Caleb said, “it does. Are you ready to be all the way naked with me now?”

“Yes.” Rhys shoved his pants down as Caleb frantically worked at the button and zipper of his own. Once they were open, he peeled them off quickly and went to sit on the bed.

Rhys stood with his pants around his ankles as he stared wide-eyed at Caleb’s cock. Caleb wrapped a hand around himself and stroked slowly, watching as Rhys’s mouth dropped open.

Slowly, Rhys stepped out of his pants, walked to the bed, then dropped to his knees.

“Rhys?”

“Can I taste you?” Rhys asked.

“Oh my God, yes.”

Before Caleb could believe this was real, Rhys had his mouth around Caleb’s cock. He sucked him deep, and Caleb gasped. “That’s so fucking hot.” It was better than any of the fantasies he’d had about Rhys. He leaned back on his hands, supporting himself as he widened his legs, giving Rhys more room to move.

Rhys gripped Caleb’s thighs as he swallowed him down deeper than Caleb had expected. His throat was so fucking tight around Caleb’s shaft, and Caleb was afraid he was going to come in seconds.

He couldn’t let things end that fast. When Rhys ran his tongue along the underside, then sucked him even deeper, Caleb pushed at his shoulders.

Rhys pulled back and looked up at Caleb. He looked amazing like that, eyes wet, lips shiny with spit. “Is everything okay? I…”

Caleb brushed his fingers over Rhys’s cheek. “You’re perfect, but I can’t last if you keep that up.”

He grinned. “Really?”

“Yes, really, and I want to fuck you.”

Rhys nodded. “Yes, I want that.”

“Good. Get on the bed.”

Rhys obeyed so fast it made Caleb’s dick jump.

Caleb stroked himself as he watched Rhys stretch himself out on the bed. He bent his knees up, opening himself for Caleb. He was so eager.

Caleb crawled across the bed until he was between Rhys’s open legs. “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time you ran from me.”

“You mean when I came in with Tessa?”

“Yes.”

Rhys shook his head. “No way.”