Chapter 6
Careful kisses grew heated between the two men, passionate. The faint rustle of Lila’s dress and the rosewater she wore were the only inconsistencies Tommy noticed, but Lyle’s expert touch soon eclipsed them. A hot mouth trailed wet kisses down Tommy’s chin, along his throat, into the hollow of his collarbone. Nimble fingers plucked free the buttons on his shirt, and each undoing was punctuated with another kiss. A soft tongue licked across the scant hairs on his chest, smoothing them down; Lyle caught one stiff n****e between his teeth and bit playfully, causing Tommy to writhe beneath him on the bed. “Yes,” he gasped, hands fisted in the dress bunched around Lyle’s waist. “God, please. Yes.”
More unbuttoning, lower. Lyle kissed along the fluttering muscles of Tommy’s abdomen,
