“Nice start,” Blaze mumbled. “What else you got?”
“Mmhm.” Arik pulled Blaze flush against him, and Blaze sighed into the kiss that most certainly did satisfy some of his hunger…of another sort.10
Arik
“What else you got?”
They weren’t the only words that were ringing through Arik’s mind as he descended to his knees, but they were the ones he clung to. He’d had no intention of chasing orgasmic bliss already, had been, in fact, starving. Yet as much as Hollywood made whipped cream enhanced flesh seem so very every day, Arik could count on one hand how many times he’d actually been offered the opportunity. He could count twice, even. Three times. Because zero multiplied by zero always remained the big old obnoxious ‘oh’ that it was.
It was not a chance he was going to let slip past him.