Chapter 14As soon as they reached Latham’s room, Latham had Elis in his arms and was working on removing his clothes. Between slow, clumsy kisses, Elis fought with Latham’s shirt buttons before giving up and pulling the whole thing up and over his head. Latham smiled then held him close again, tugging Elis’s shirt off his arms and letting it fall to the floor.
At Latham’s insistent press of lips, Elis was maneuvered back toward the bed. He didn’t argue. In fact, he grabbed Latham’s arm and pulled him along until they fell atop the mattress together in a pile of naked limbs. Latham’s muscular bulk held him down and he gasped at the almost foreign sensation of hot flesh pressing along the length of his body. He didn’t realize how much he’d missed this, craved it. Over the last few months, t
