Chapter 11: Worms and ButterfliesChris couldn’t get enough of Gabe’s skin. He wanted more. He yearned to squeeze, to knead, to hold. He longed to feel every millimetre of flesh under his hands. Grinding his erection against Gabe’s thigh, he wished he’d been a little taller. If he were, they’d be perfectly aligned.
He shoved his hand into Gabe’s jeans, grabbed the hard, velvety length hidden away there, and groaned.
Gabe grabbing his arse made him jump. He’d been too caught up in the touching to notice Gabe hadn’t touched him until then. Fired up even more, he pushed Gabe towards the sofa.
They landed in a heap, the air puffing out of their lungs. Chris laughed and captured Gabe’s lips. The cold was forgotten, as was the fear and anger. Chris couldn’t think past what he wanted to do, wha
