Chapter 12
With a twist of hips, Michael powered Sam down onto his back. Michael’s hands sank into the couch cushions as he pressed them together for full body contact and fit himself between Sam’s thighs. How long had he wanted that? To feel Sam under him, Sam’s strong, lithe body straining for more connection. Michael gripped Sam’s knee, pulled Sam’s leg up and around his hip, and settled his weight more fully.
“God, yes,” Sam breathed and then attacked Michael’s mouth again—all lips and tongue, a little desperate. Michael knew how he felt. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of Sam’s mouth, and he’d be happy just to lie there, grinding and kissing for the rest of eternity.
Sam speared his fingers through Michael’s hair, pulled a little, and used his hold to adjust their angle. Michae
