Chapter 4
Max closed the bedroom door behind him and turned into Owen’s waiting arms. He turned his face up, eyes closing, and felt the soft brush of lips on his. Owen enclosed him in arms as strong as Max had hoped they would be. He sighed and opened his mouth, encouraging, welcoming. Owen deepened the kiss, though was still quite restrained. No thrusting tongue, but a slow exploration.
After a moment, they broke for air. Max opened his eyes to Owen looking down at him, dark eyes intense but a smile on his face.
“That was exquisite,” Owen said.
Max’s eyebrows shot up. Not a word anyone had ever used for his kissing skills before. Though one he’d certainly use for Owen’s. Owen raised a hand to stroke the side of Max’s face, then moved it around to the back of his head. He fingered the
