Page 80 of Flake It Til You Make It

Taylor leaned over, kissing him fiercely before pulling back to strip him out of his sweater.

“God, you’re so . . .” Taylor trailed off as he leaned back even farther, because the light from the fire danced across Rocco’s olive skin like it was made for it, outlining every shadow and curve, every muscle as they flexed under Taylor’s gaze.

“I could just eat you right up,” Taylor confessed roughly.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Rocco asked.

Taylor didn’t know. But the touching and the kissing was even impossibly better than the looking, a fact he could hardly deny as he bent down again, capturing Rocco’s mouth with his own.

He tasted like sugar and spices, like the almond cookies he’d never forget the flavor of now.

Taylor tried to pour all his gratitude, all his love—because that’s what it was, he knew that now—into the kiss. He didn’t rush. Told himself firmly to take his time as Rocco groaned into his mouth, his hands roaming across Taylor’s back, slipping up under his shirt so they’d be touching skin.

Only when he’d gotten his fill, for now, of Rocco’s mouth did he venture lower, his lips nipping at his collarbone, and then lower, curling around one nipple and then the other. Then lower still, drifting down, every kiss he pressed to his skin a repetition of the feelings he hadn’t found the courage to say out loud yet.

Rocco’s abs tensed and then relaxed as he kissed down his stomach, tongue drifting in and out of every ridge of muscle.

“How are you so hot?” Taylor mused.

“A question—” Rocco gasped as his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot. “A question I ask myself all the time. Basically from the first day.”

“Really?”

“I nearly dropped the cappuccino I was making when you walked in. Don’t you remember that?”

Taylor might, but his brain was currently full ofRocco-Rocco-Roccoand it was hard to do any critical thinking.

“No, but it was definitely mutual. I think I walked around in a Rocco-inspired fog the next ten minutes,” Taylor admitted.

Rocco laughed, the sound abruptly cut off when Taylor reached for his belt, palm brushing against his hard dick.

“God,please,” Rocco begged.

Taylor decided that would never, ever get old. Especially when he glanced up and saw the plea mingled with the arousal and affection in his dark eyes.

“You want me to suck you off?” Taylor got rid of Rocco’s jeans and pulled down his briefs, too, exposing his cock.

It was as hard as Taylor had ever seen it—flushed red and leaking at the tip.

He couldn’t resist a little taste. Leaning forward, he gave it a lick and loved how Rocco babbled out how good it was.

They’d have to go into the bedroom if they did more—Taylor wasn’t so desperate that he’d started hiding lube in the living room, but now that he thought about it, maybe that wasn’t so much desperation as it was prudent preparation.

But before he could lean down and take more of Rocco’s cock into his mouth, he reached down and pulled Taylor’s shirt off, tugging it over his head.

“If you’d lie down, we could make something work for both of us.” His voice was rough, a dark entreaty, leading Taylor deeper into an already bone-deep arousal.

“Yeah,” Taylor agreed. Reached down and with trembling fingers shed his own jeans and boxer briefs. He’d barely finished undressing when Rocco was leaning up, pressing him down to the blanket with a hot palm to his chest.

“Stay there,” Rocco ordered, his lips curving into a seductive smile. Like Taylor was going anywhere. Especially when Rocco perched above him like that, looking like a fucking masterpiece in this light.

LikeTaylor’smasterpiece, in this light.

Taylor’s cock twitched, hard and needy, against his thigh, as Rocco settled on top of him, that perfect peach of an ass and his balls, tight up to his body, settling above Taylor’s face.

Taylor groaned, unsure which was hotter. That view or the way Rocco’s hot, lush mouth swallowed his cock whole.

He had to remind himself to give back as good as he got, but the good news was that he’d learned now what wound Rocco up, and what made him lose it.

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