Page 24 of A Bridge to a Troll's Heart
Toby’s eyes had gone watery. “Me too.”
“Come here. Let me hold you.” Arlo patted the spot on the bed next to him, but Toby leapt from the chair and flung himself onto Arlo’s lap instead, wrapped his arms around Arlo’s bulk, and clung like a sea barnacle.
Toby pressed a kiss to Arlo’s jaw. “I can’t believe I stayed away so long. I missed you very much.”
Arlo turned into the kiss, claiming Toby’s lips with his own. He’d longed for this for weeks and couldn’t believe his luck. “I missed you too. Let’s never do that again.”
“I won’t. I promise. I’ll come by all the time now. You’ll be sick of me.”
“Never.” Arlo tugged him closer.
Toby leaned in, chest to chest, and when that still wasn’t close enough, he brought his leg around to straddle Arlo’s lap. Sweet, little kisses deepened to parted mouths and sweeping tongues. Toby gave a whimpering moan that set a tingle up Arlo’s spine.
“I’d dreamed of this,” said Arlo against Toby’s cheek, “but even in my dreams, I could never have guessed it would feel this good.”
“I was afraid to dream of it at all.” Toby tangled his fingers in Arlo’s hair.
Arlo tucked a lock of Toby’s long black tresses behind his ear. “No need to be afraid anymore.”
“I’m not.” Toby pressed his hips forward.
Arlo felt a hard length against his belly. Desire flared. He trailed his hands down Toby’s back and to his rump and gave the enticing handfuls a squeeze. When Toby rewarded him with another sway of his hips, Arlo’s trousers suddenly felt too tight. He squirmed against Toby, and the two of them found a steady rhythm of mouths and bodies.
“Arlo.” Toby’s breath warmed the sensitive skin under his ear. “Lie back.”
Arlo did as Toby suggested, hauling the wolf shifter down with him onto the bed. Toby’s weight, light but solid, settled over him with tantalizing warmth. Arlo pulled him in for more kisses.
There wasn’t much room on the pallet designed only for Arlo, but they made it work. Toby broke the kiss with a pleased sigh, wriggled along Arlo’s body, and pressed against him.
“Ah, yes.” Arlo arched into the contact. “Right there. Do that.”
Writhing together, still fully dressed, they thrust against one another until Arlo buzzed with sensation, his every nerve alight. He ran his hands along Toby’s body, committing every curve to memory, savoring every breathy sigh.
Toby raised up on his elbows and stared down, his green eyes darkened with passion. “Clothes, Arlo. Let’s get them off.”
“Yes.” Arlo liked Toby this way, all riled up and bossy. He reached for the shifter’s sweater and tugged it over his head. They undressed each other carefully, revealing one inch of skin at a time until nothing came between them. Toby’s flesh was hot and smooth against his own.
“You’re gray all over.” Toby grinned, his wide smile full of delight. “Well, not all over.” Toby swept fingertips over Arlo’s nipples. “These are purple.”
Arlo shivered at the gentle touch. “Oh, more.”
“Of course. Anything you like.” Toby showered attention on the pebbled nubs, first with his fingers and then with his tongue.
When he could take no more of the sweet torture, Arlo gave a low rumbling growl and, in one smooth motion, flipped them over. With their positions reversed, he could treat Toby to the same caresses. He went straight for Toby’s nipples and stroked them to hardness.
“Yes, please,” Toby whined, his smile never faltering. He opened his legs, and Arlo settled between them, pressing them together in the most sensuous of touches.
As one, they thrust and slid, bodies moving harmoniously. Toby clutched Arlo’s biceps, squeezing the dense muscle.
Arlo flexed into the touch. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” Toby sighed. “I’m close, Arlo. Your hand, please. Touch me.”
Rising enough to slip his hand between them, Arlo grasped both their lengths in a loose fist. The contact drew a gasp from his lips. Toby thrust into the ring of his fingers, velvety-smooth flesh soft against Arlo’s.
Arlo matched his pace, watching Toby’s pleasure unfold on his face. “That’s it.”
Toby’s eyelids fluttered shut. “Your hands are so big. I love them.” His panting breaths came out in huffs, and his whole body vibrated under Arlo in a way that drove the troll to the edge.
