There were a million reasons not to kiss Jack, and each one clamored for Paul’s attention, but he ignored all of them. He cupped Jack’s face with his other hand, holding him in place as he sought out even more of his mouth. Paul had started slow, and he kept it that way. He wanted to take his time with the caress and savor every second of it. Every time Jack’s tongue flicked across his, a shock went from his throat to his groin. Even drunk, Jack had been a good kisser. So it was not a surprise that fully sober, Jack had the ability to make the world disappear.
Even when they had to break away for breath, it lasted mere seconds before their mouths merged again, before each sought the other out to get lost in sensations too intoxicating for their own good. Jack curled his hand, and his blun
