Page 79 of Affair
“Woah, Diablo,” he said, tugging on his mane.
Like always, the horse listened to his person. He obediently came to a stop.
“Time to get off,” he stated.
When he dropped off of the stallion’s back, he reached up and grabbed Poe by the waist and lowered him down to his feet. As he slid down his body, Gamble stared into his eyes.
For a minute, Poe expected him to kiss him, and he wanted that.
Maybe it was the adrenaline.
Maybe it was the hotness factor.
Maybe he was plain insane.
Either way, someone was caught up in the heat of the moment.
“I’m sorry,” Gamble finally said. “This is my fault. I don’t know how to apologize for this,” he began, but was cut off.
Poe did something so incredibly stupid.
He kissed him.
The doctor went up on his toes, found the man’s mouth, and sank into one hell of a kiss.
After weeks of fighting that pull to Gamble, he knew he was three days past screwed, and went with it.
As soon as he found his mouth, it caught Gamble off-guard.
Oh, but he recovered quickly.
DAMN.
FAST.
His hand went to the back of Poe’s head, and he took over that heated kiss.
Holy shit.
Now, Gamble wasn’t thinking about anything but that mating of mouths.
It was hot, wet, and woke up that need in him. It was that lust that he’d once felt for Storm, but she’d killed.
Well, Poe grew it back with gentleness, love, and trust. He was the gardener of that trust, and now, Gamble only wanted to share that moment with him.
As Gamble began controlling the kiss, Poe’s hands went around his waist, and he did battle with the man in the hottest of lip locks.
That need whipped through him, and he went with it because he needed that connection to Gamble.
Someone had been shooting at them.
They were being hunted.
Truth be told, Poe might never get another chance.
If he was going to die, he needed this man to know that he didn’t blame him.
Not.
