Page 47 of Animal Instincts
And Oliver did, as the woodland came to an abrupt end as it gave way to rough moorland, and a sky dancing with the light of a billion stars.
Oliver pulled into a small lay-by on the rough road, which was hardly more than a track, and cut the engine.
“Come on.” Joss climbed out of the car, and Oliver followed.
“Wow.” Oliver craned his neck to look up into the sky. “I’ve never seen anything like this, or not in England. I thought the night sky was good in the village, but…” His words fell away, anything he could say too small and inadequate for the canopy of glittering, silvery stars twinkling in the darkness.
“Starry Point,” Joss said, his voice quiet.
They stared into the never ending sky, gasping as a shooting star shot past, trailing its glittering tail. Low and mournful, the call of an owl cut through the cold air, and something unseen rustled through the short, tough grass. Next to Oliver, Joss shivered.
“Cold?”
“A little. This is nice and warm, though.” Joss leaned back against the Land Rover’s deep, level bonnet.
“Hold on a minute.”
The stars, the moonlight — and a blanket, soft and warm, and pulled from the back seat.
“Jump up, and we’ll get under this.”
Moments later they were tucked up in the blanket. Joss edged in closer, pressing his body against Oliver’s. Tentatively, Oliver slipped his arm around Joss’ waist and a warmth that had nothing to do with the fuzzy blanket curled itself around him, as Joss sighed and snuggled in close, resting his head on his shoulder.
A light breeze ruffled Joss’ hair, which lay warm and silky against Oliver’s neck. Without a thought, he placed a kiss on top of Joss’ head as he pulled the younger man in tighter, his thumb playing a gentle stroke where his hand rested against Joss’ side.
“It’s been a long time since I was last up here. It’s not really somewhere you come on your own, or not at night.”
“So you came with somebody?”
Oliver frowned into the darkness. He didn’t like the idea of Joss being up here, under the glittering sky, with anybody else. The sharp tips from spears of jealousy and possession drove deep inside him.
“Yes. But ages and ages ago, and it was never like this.”
Joss tilted his face, his eyes nothing more than dark and shadowy pools. His lips parted as they awaited a kiss Oliver was powerless to resist.
Somehow, Joss was in Oliver’s lap, his arms around his neck. The moon and stars in the ink black sky, all was forgotten as mouths connected, hot and wet, and full of need.
Oliver groaned into the kiss. Caramel, chocolate, cream, Oliver tasted it all on Joss’ lips, on his tongue, the sweetness not just from the rich and heady desserts but from Joss himself. On his lap, Joss ground himself against Oliver’s straining erection.
Oh, yes…
Oliver broke the kiss, and licked and sucked, and scraped his teeth down the length of Joss’ throat, to the space where neck and shoulder met.
“Jesus, Oliver… Oh my…” Joss’ words quivered and melted into nothing, replaced by whimpers and moans, and shallow, fast breaths.
Oliver sucked on the warm skin, pulling it, easing it with his teeth, careful not to hurt, wanting only to bruise the skin not break it.
Bruising, marking, making his claim… Oliver’s dick jerked, but so did his heart. Had he ever, really and truly, felt like this before?
No.
Never.
There had never been anything, ever, like this, with a man like this.
Oliver kissed the hot patch on Joss’ neck, soothing the assault on the soft and tender skin, before he buried his face in Joss’ neck and breathed him in as he held him tight.
“Oliver?” Joss’ voice was as soft as his hand against his cheek. “Are you okay?”
