Seventh Inning Stretch
Matt diLorenzo woke to the soft touch of lips against his.
With a slight moan he stirred, hands clutching the satin sheets up under his chin, legs shifting beneath the covers. His feet smoothed along his lover Vic Braunson’s calves, the dry rasp of skin on skin loud in the silent morning.
The kiss deepened—Vic pressed Matt back against his pillow in his need, mouth parting Matt’s as his tongue licked out to taste his lover. Matt submitted willingly, turning his face toward Vic’s, hungry for more. One hand uncurled from the sheets to touch Vic’s chest…
Only to close over thin air.
Matt’s eyes flew open as adrenaline surged through him. Now he was awake. “Vic?” he murmured, but even in the darkness of their room, lit only by the unblinking red numbers of his alarm
