Chapter 18: Fogging up the windows.
The way Tennessee kissed him left Paxton feeling soft and weak, and he clutched at the front of the other man's shirt. Slow, as if learning every part of him, Tennessee took his time kissing him and bringing awareness to each part of Paxton's lips. Paxton learned the texture and the shape of the other man's mouth from corner to corner until his lips throbbed.
The lazy intimacy grew until Tennessee's tongue joined the party.
Paxton was used to older men who used aggression, dominance, and pain to get what they wanted. Tennessee was nothing like that. He was big, strong, and forceful but with a gentleness that took Paxton to a level of desire that he didn't know existed. The slick glide of Tennessee's tongue demanded, but not with cruelty. Everything a
