Page 14 of Touch In Excess

But he was getting ahead of himself.

“You could kiss me,” he blurted.

Skye blinked. “Right now?”

“If you want, but I meant after the date. That happens, right? On dates? People hold hands, and they get kissed, and then the other stuff comes later. On date three. Or two, if it goes really well.”

Skye’s grin was so wide it made his eyes crinkle. “I really like you.”

Rami’s face heated again. He was unused to not only being told that but also believing it.

“I want to get to know you. I definitely want to kiss you, and if you need to put a wall in front of sex for a while, that doesn’t bother me,” Skye went on. “I wasn’t out here looking for a hookup, you know?”

Rami snorted a laugh. “Yeah, I guess you get enough of that at work.”

Skye rolled his eyes up toward the sky even as he laughed. “You’re really okay with that part of who I am? The fact that I like you and want to take you on more dates, but tomorrow, I might have to tie someone up and fuck them in the ass.”

Rami’s cocks jumped in his jeans, thickening to halfway hard. He adjusted himself and shook his head. The truth was, imagining Skye doing that to someone else was…tantalizing. Enthralling. And sexy as anything had ever been. “No. That doesn’t bother me.”

Skye touched Rami’s chin, lifting his gaze as high as he could. Rami took a breath and met Skye’s eyes for as long as he could stand it. They were so…green. Like the Atlantic midsummer.

“You like it, don’t you?” Skye murmured.

Rami licked his lips and nodded.

“I know this won’t follow the date pattern. We aren’t at your place yet. But we did hold hands.”

Rami waited, but when Skye didn’t go on, he replayed his words and realized what he was asking for. “You want a kiss.”

Skye’s lips stretched into a smile, showing a little bit of teeth. “I’d really like a kiss.”

“Okay. Yes. I want you to kiss me.”

Skye didn’t hesitate. He didn’t draw out the moment. He didn’t force Rami to sit in awkward anticipation, second- and third-guessing whether or not he should do more or do less. Hecradled Rami’s face and drew him in slow and steady until their lips met.

He smelled really good—a light scent of cologne and a stronger scent of soap. His palms were smooth and soft, and his fingers were strong. He let out a chest-deep hum as Rami relaxed against him, and then he pushed his tongue between Rami’s lips.

He tasted like lemon-lime from his soda and like oregano from the artichoke hearts. His tongue was wet and maybe not the most pleasant thing at the start, but as Rami began to meet his thrusts in kind, it got better.

He felt heat pooling at the base of his spine, rushing into his dicks, flooding into the tips of his fingers and toes, making them feel tingly and fat. He reached for Skye, gripping the front of his shirt because he had no idea what to do with his hands, and he felt the curve of Skye’s smile before he deepened the kiss.

Ya yimma, it was good. It was so good. He wanted more. He felt a soul-deep craving to be stripped down and consumed by everything Skye was.

And then the kiss ended. Skye didn’t pull away as abruptly as he’d leaned in. He softened their connection with careful pecks across Rami’s chin and jaw. He held him, his lingering touch helping bring Rami back down to earth. When they parted, Skye stayed in close, breathing deeply like he was trying to take the last bit of Rami inside his lungs.

Rami felt a sudden urge to create that in clay.

“That was very nice.”

“I want to do that again,” Rami answered.

Skye pulled back, looking ashamed. “Sorry. I missed that.”

“I want to do that again,” Rami repeated, not missing a beat. “But maybe not tonight. I’m very hard now, and I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friend when he comes to pick you up.”

Skye burst into laughter and swayed in, smudging a kiss against the side of Rami’s neck. “I’m taking you home in an Uber, honey.”

Honey. He shivered. No one had ever, not once, not even slightly called him something like that.

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