Chapter 5Dax should step away, should stop touching Ellis, but he couldn’t. His skin was on fire and the only thing that could save him was holding on to Ellis. He wanted to strip his clothes off, wanted to kiss and taste, and run his hands all over his body.
He shouldn’t.
Ellis moved his hand from around his neck, and Dax jerked back.
“What are you doing?” Ellis stared at him with wide eyes.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“Yes, you should. I meant why did you move away?”
He’d believed Ellis would shove him or…He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t think Ellis would hit him, but it was what he’d prepared for.
“Why do you look angry? I didn’t mean to push you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…eh…” Ellis looked as if he was in pain, and Dax kissed him again. He hefted him up, so he sat on the counter
