Ethan POV

His lips are hot against mine.

Demanding. Claiming. Taking everything I'm willing to give and asking for more.

My hands slide up his bare chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle. He shudders under my touch.

'God, he's so warm.'

His mouth moves, deepening the kiss. His tongue explores, tasting, devouring. I respond without thinking, letting instinct guide me.

This is nothing like kissing Damien. Nothing like the cold, perfunctory touches that ...