Elijah kissed Sam’s fingers, his tongue darting out to lick the pads. “Well, I suppose everybody played along with that charade. If they can get away with it, we can.”
The tightness of his chest made it next to impossible to breathe, but Sam bent his head to taste Elijah’s lips again anyway. The greed he’d had to take Elijah as soon as possible shifted into something new, something softer, less desperate. Now, he wanted to show the man just how much he meant to Sam, how overwhelmed he was with the chance to get even more. He slid his hand to Elijah’s nape and kissed him with all the longing he’d suppressed for far too long.
Elijah’s mouth was warm and responsive, like he could happily stay right where he was and kiss Sam all night long. His hands were as busy as before, but now he caress
