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Quickly, Tad said, “Kissing you iseven betterthan I imagined.”
So fucking good.
His dick throbbed in agreement, wanting more. Needing more.
Now Dakota’s smile turned mischievous. “Of course it’s better. How could you possibly come close to imagining something as incredible as me”—he dragged his tongue across Tad’s lips—“kissing”—then nibbled at one corner—“you?” The last, he punctuated with a searing, claiming full-on kiss that stole Tad’s breath away.
Tad slid his hands up Dakota’s muscled back to grip his shoulders. He was going to fall down if he didn’t.
Dakota grunted, “Hold on to me.”
“As if I’m ever letting go.”
Gripping his ass, Dakota lifted Tad up, and he automatically wrapped his legs around Dakota’s hips. Tad’s cock—already harder than he’d ever experienced—rubbed against Dakota’s abdomen. The sensation nearly drove him over the edge.
“Oh, god.Kota. More.”
Next thing Tad knew, Dakota was on the couch and he was semi-sprawled across Dakota’s lap. Tad wasn’t a small guy, so he didn’t really fit, but he wasn’t moving unless he had to. Rising to his knees, Tad framed Dakota’s muscular thighs with his and began to ravage him again.
Clearly, it was Tad’s job to do the ravaging, and he was definitely okay with that.
“Can I take off your shirt?” Dakota asked.
Again, not the clothes-ripping man Tad had dreamed up, instead a conscientious lover who asked permission. Somehow, that made him even sexier.
“You can take it all off,” Tad rasped. “Please, take everything off.”
“Tad,” Dakota said in warning, his voice raspy and low, “we take our clothes off, and there are no guarantees this stops.”
“If you even think about stopping, I, I’ll—just don’t. Please don’t stop.” Tad was not above pleading. Or begging.
Stilling, Kota framed Tad’s face with his large hands and stared into Tad’s eyes deeply, as if he was trying to find a lie. There was no lie. Tad had nothing to hide and everything to gain. He didn’t squirm or look away. He just stared back—unafraid, absolutely sure, doing his best to communicate without words that he wanted this, he wanted Dakota. And always had.
If Dakota stopped everything and left tonight, Tad wasn’t sure either of they’d ever be able to get back to this point. Tad was perfectly aware Dakota thought he was damaged goods, and Tad was determined to prove him wrong. He was Dakota Green, who’d stolen Tad’s heart years ago. And Dakota was Tad’s, even if he tried to deny it.
Tad saw it in his eyes when Kota stopped struggling against himself.
“I don’t want to stop either.”
“Then don’t.”
“Is it really that simple?”
“Yeah, Kota, it is.”
“Okay, then.”
Tad wasn’t convinced Kota believed him.
With what appeared to be glacial speed to Tad, Dakota lowered his hands, grasped the edge of Tad’s shirt, and began to lift it up. Tad raised his arms to make it easier, which meant he was completely caught off guard when Dakota began sucking onone of his nipples. The absolute shock of pleasure that careened down Tad’s spine made his cock pulse again. His flailing hands landed on Kota’s head, and he tugged him close, needing more of something he’d never had a guy do before.
“I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep doing that,” Tad managed.
“Mm, we wouldn’t want that.”
For a few seconds, Kota tried to suck on Tad’s nipple and tug his track pants down at the same time.
“Erg, fuck this,” Dakota said, frustrated. “Get off me so I can get these off you.”
