Jamie wasn’t sure how long they lay like that, whether minutes passed or hours. Dillon’s mouth made the journey from Jamie’s lips, to his chin, to the tender skin of his throat, time and again, teasing Jamie, making him ache deep inside.
The heat and feel of Dillon on top of him was almost more than Jamie could stand, and at the same time, it wasn’t quite enough. Jamie was so hard he hurt, and judging from the velvet weight Jamie felt on his leg, Dillon was, too. It was time to do something about it.
“Dillon?”
Dillon paused, his teeth tugging on Jamie’s tender earlobe. “What is it, baby? Didn’t you like that?”
“God, yes.”
Dillon released Jamie’s ear long enough to smile down at him. He leaned forward and kissed Jamie’s nose. “Then what is it?”
“I’m ready, Dillon. The kissing is nice
