Page 30 of At His Wife's Behest

Kellan sighed, cutting him off. “I may be reading this all wrong.” He scoffed. “I probably am. Just ignore me.”

“Do I get to talk now?”

Kellan released a shaky breath as Connor closed the gap between them. He stopped close enough to feel his body heat.

“We agreed we wouldn’t cross the line. You seemed quite adamant about that.”

“Yeah, of course,” Kellan said. He took a step back, shame hitting him. “No lines crossed.”

Connor reached out and dragged him closer. “We shouldn’t. There’s a lot at stake if we went too far.”

“A lot, yes,” Kellan whispered.

“I mean, it might be awkward when you dropped off Abby. Or worse,” Connor drew him ever closer, their bodies just barely touching. “I wouldn’t want to ruin things at the Academy. I like it there.”

Kellan leaned in, seeking more. “You’re right. We should just be friends.”

Connor’s head lowered. “Yep. Just friends.”

Kellan caught his breath as he watched Connor’s lips growing ever closer. “Just… friends. Yeah…”

Connor captured his lips in hungry possession. Kellan shuddered, Connor slamming against him. Their mouths warred, heat and desire blossoming… until they broke apart, gasping for air.

“You just said you’ve never done this. Didn’t you tell me yesterday that you’ve been with a man?”

“A few lewd hookups in a men’s room. Nameless strangers I never saw again.” Kellan dragged in a breath. “I’ve never datedsomeone.” Face flaming, he choked. “Not that today was a date. It was date-like, perhaps, but it wasn’t a date.”

Connor tipped his chin up. “Today wasmost certainlya date.”

Kellan smiled, some of the awkward energy fading away. He was lost in Connor’s stare and the hunger he saw within it.

“I’d be honored to be your first non-stranger, non-bathroom hookup—ifwe both agree to cross that line.”

Kellan snorted, dragging his gaze away. Yet he couldn’t keep it away long. It returned to Connor, incapable of seeing anything but him. Connor lifted a hand, bringing it to Kellan’s temple. He brushed back a lock of hair there, sliding his fingers through the strands. Never did he pull his gaze away, capturing Kellan’s and holding tight.

Without words, Connor pushed Kellan’s jacket from his shoulders. Tackling the buttons of his button-down, Connor’s hands were ever so lightly shaking. Not like the excited quivers rocking Kellan’s own body. He was one large tremble, his legs like rubber. When Connor pushed his shirt wide, he forgot to be embarrassed. A soft growl of approval came the same time palms spread across his torso. He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the feel of Connor’s touch. A snap and an unzip later, and his pants were tossed atop the rest of his clothes, leaving him in only briefs.

“Damn you’re beautiful.”

Kellan’s face warmed.

“My turn,” Connor murmured. He grasped Kellan’s wrists and dragged them closer. Pressing against his buckle, Kellan got the idea.

He struggled to open it, with his hands shaking so much. Connor swept in to help. Not long after, they were both in only their underwear, inches away from one another.

“What next?” Kellan whispered.

“How about this?”Connor asked before he leaned in and seized Kellan’s lips.

The kiss started off as innocuous as the one they’d shared at the bottom of the stairs the night before. It soon flourished into something more, a breath-robbing, lip-crushing, soul-searing caress of lover against lover. Connor coaxed more from him, nibbling and biting, drawing the embrace out longer. Building the fire that had been banked since the moment they’d first come face-to-face outside the villa—though he knew it had started well before that, in the halls of Allton Academy.

Connor broke the kiss as he slid one hand down. “Can I touch you… here,” he asked, fingertips sliding under the band of Kellan’s tented briefs.

“Yes,” he croaked out, barely capable of speech.

The second Connor’s hand trailed along the length of his shaft, conscious thought went out the window. He pressed his forehead to Connor’s chin, rolling his hips and urging the man to touch him.

More.

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