Chapter 3Juan’s lips tasted of subtle flavors and spices like the meal he’d prepared for them, of the coffee they had drunk after dinner, plus a unique flavor all his own. Troy lapped at them greedily, compelled by a sudden urgency to absorb all he could. The texture and taste, the blaze of sensations flooding through him as their tongues danced, the eager press of Juan’s body against his awoke every nerve in his whole being. He’d never felt more alive, more aware.
The kiss—or make that kisses—went on and on. Troy knew he didn’t want to end it and it felt like Juan didn’t either. What was so intoxicating about lip-locking with this guy, someone he really hadn’t known that long and certainly did not know that well? His head was buzzing too much for coherent thought and other parts were rig
