Chapter Thirty-two
Nathaniel cupped Isaac’s face and leaned in for a kiss. Isaac caught just a glimpse of those mischievous green eyes before he closed his own, giving himself over to the brush of Nathaniel’s lips and the tongue already questing for entry into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around the other man’s trim waist.
As their kiss deepened, turning into something both tender and passionate, Isaac was stunned by the intensity of the feelings running through him—need, lust, happiness, completion. They were still fully clothed, yet already he felt a type of satisfaction, something he didn’t remember ever experiencing before. It seemed to come just from being in Nathaniel’s presence, in his arms. It was more to do with the man himself than what they were actually doing. Or were about
