Page 24 of Exhale
Owen tightened his arms, pressing them together tightly, and Jordan caught his breath.
A sudden hardness in Owen’s briefs pressed against him.
Jordan held his breath. It was either that or start panting. He gripped Owen’s bare sides, feeling muscles beneath his fingertips.
Lifting his head, he peered up into Owen’s face again.
The man’s eyes were still locked on him. Then ever so slowly, Owen tipped his head down until their faces were so fucking close that Jordan felt Owen’s breath on his lips.
It would only take an inch to bring their lips together.
Holy fuck, he wanted that.
Jordan parted his lips and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Owen’s gaze flickered down, watching his tongue dart out.
Jordan’s breath stuttered and stopped.
The anticipation was killing him. Then surprise. How long had he been waiting for another one of Owen’s kisses?
Since the last one.
And how long had he been waiting for Owen?
For like…forever.
Even in those moments where he panicked and ran, it wasn’t from Owen, but more from himself. Well, he was no longer going to run. He was going to stand his ground and take what he wanted.
Because the hard and honest truth of it all was that from the very first moment he had come into contact with Owen Gray, he had wanted the man’s mouth on his skin and much, much more than that.
The hardened soldier standing in front of him was his dream. His alpha mate, if Owen wanted the job. He wanted the man’s calloused fingers in his hair and his cock buried deep in his ass. He wanted him there when he rolled over in bed, and the only person he wanted to see across the breakfast table.
“I tried to hold back,” Owen said gruffly. “I really did.”
Jordan nodded because it seemed like that fact was important to Owen.
But even Owen’s brief words did nothing to cool his blazing heat of desire.
“Why?” His voice came out breathless, croaking a bit like a frog. His hands swept up Owen’s bare chest.
“I can’t think of a good reason right now,” Owen said and slowly lowered his head.
When the kiss came, it was electric.
Owen mauled his mouth. Taking and owning his lips and him like nothing Jordan had experienced before. Sure, he had done some shit for money back when he was a kid, but he had always drawn the line at kissing.
Now, though, he put his whole heart into that kiss, and when Owen squeezed him and lifted him with those powerful arms, Jordan wrapped his legs around Owen’s waist and his arms up and around the man’s neck.
Their lips stayed fused, kissing, sucking, then nibbling as they both sucked in air.
Owen walked them back into the room, leaving the slider open because apparently, Owen didn’t want to release him any more than he did.
At the edge of the bed, Owen placed him on his feet, and a thought hit Jordan.
“We don’t have supplies.”
“Yes, we do. When we stopped at that convenience store for water and snacks, I grabbed some.”
“How did I not know that?”
