Dirk grinned when—the moment the door to their room was closed and locked—Maverick said, “You made a promise. Now you have to keep it.”
After taking off his jacket and carefully hanging it in the closet, knowing he was frustrating Maverick no end in the process, Dirk turned to look at him. “Hum. Not sure I know what you’re talking about.”
“It started like this…” Maverick, whose own jacket had been tossed on the nearest chair, pulled Dirk close, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss while gripping Dirk’s ass with the obvious intent of keeping him from moving away.
Not that Dirk would have. He loved kissing Maverick, tongues dancing together when they opened to each other. The taste and texture of his lover’s mouth always incited Dirk to want more. He slid his hands under Maverick’s shirt,
