Chapter 26Devante woke to a feather-light kiss to his jaw. “Mmm, morning,” he rumbled, winching his eyes open to look at his sleep-mussed boyfriend.
Michael responded by kissing him full on the mouth, a deep, searching thing that seemingly held no regard for Devante’s morning breath. “Still horny, then?” Devante mumbled.
Michael laughed. “Still horny,” he said. He pressed a kiss to Devante’s neck, then to his collarbone, then to his sternum.
“You’re going the wrong direction for me to do anything about that,” Devante observed, folding his arms behind his head and watching Michael kiss his way down his torso.
“On the contrary,” Michael said, as casually as if they were discussing the weather. “I’m going,” he licked under Devante’s belly button, making him squirm, “exactly the right dire
