It was Thomas! He had
come. Micah felt woozy as all the blood in his body suddenly rushed to his
groin area. He hoped the erection tenting his jeans wasn't too apparent as
he walked towards the man with the welcoming smile on his face.
From the way Thomas was
standing, an arm resting on each side of the doorframe, Micah could see
every muscle of his tight rippled abdomen through the shirt stretched across
his stomach. Oh, boy!
"Hey, sweetheart, you
left this for me?" Thomas asked, brining the pink rose in his hand up to his
nose, sniffing in its flowery fragrance. "I'm hoping it means you wanted me
to find you." Like not finding him was an option.
Micah nodded his head,
not quite sure what to say to him. I want to fuck you until neither of us
can walk just didn't seem polite.
Thomas gave him a
quizzical look. "Can I come in?"
Micah could feel himself
turn a thousand different shades of red as he opened the door and held it
open for Thomas to come in. He groaned to himself as Thomas walked by,
getting a good look at the tight ass in his faded jeans.
"Nice place you have
here," Thomas said as he looked around the living room.
Micah nodded absently,
his eyes still devouring the sight of Thomas's ass. He would never have
thought it before but he suddenly knew he was an ass man. Thomas's ass was a
work of art—tight, rounded, and just begging to be grabbed. It was all Micah
could do not to give into the impulse to do just that.
"So," Thomas began as he
turned back to face Micah. Micah's eyes quickly darted up to Thomas's to
find an arousing smirk on his face. Oh yeah, he was clearly aware that Micah
had been checking him out.
Thomas took the few steps
between them until their chests were nearly touching, his eyes devouring
Micah's flushed face. He reached down and gently caressed the side of
Micah's cheek.
Micah closed his eyes and
leaned into the soft touch. A distant part of him marveled at how wonderful
the simple touch of another human being could feel. The other part of him,
the hungry aroused animal in him, wanted to grab Thomas and drag him
upstairs by his hair and strip him naked.
"Can I kiss you?" Thomas
whispered quietly, the breath from his mouth blowing gently down over
Micah's forehead.
Micah opened his arctic
blue eyes to gaze up at him, slowly nodding his head. "Oh hell, yes," he
whispered, leaning towards him.
Thomas chuckled as he
leaned down and placed his lips against Micah's, his tongue brushing softly
against his lips, asking silently for permission to come in. Their lips met,
clung together until Micah opened his mouth, his tongue sneaking out to
caress Thomas's.
"Besides sexy, gorgeous,
mate, and lover, what can I call you?" Thomas murmured in between kisses.
"Micah." Sexy? Gorgeous?
Mate? Lover? Oh hell, he hoped so. Micah was so turned on just from a simple
kiss he wondered how he would react to anything more. It was all he could do
not to grab Thomas by his shirt and pull him down to the floor as it was.
"Micah, I like that. It's
very sexy. Just kind of rolls off the tongue," Thomas drawled, his voice low
and husky.
"I can think of a few
other things you can do with your tongue," Micah whispered as he stood on
his tiptoes to kiss Thomas again. Hot damn, this man could kiss. Normally,
Micah could live on Thomas's kisses alone. But right now, he needed
something more.
"Would you—do you want to
come upstairs with me?" Micah asked hesitantly, holding his breath as he
waited for Thomas to answer. He had never asked anyone to come up to his
room before. He didn't know what the etiquette was for asking.
"Lead the way, baby,"
Thomas said, the grin on his face growing to enormous proportions.
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