Chapter 32

Aden wasn’t nearly as careful. Fingers dug into Darren’s side, while his other hand slipped behind to cup Darren’s ass. He squeezed, eliciting a gasp from his throat, but before Darren could catch his breath, Aden’s lips were back, his tongue hot and hungry as it sought every corner of Darren’s mouth.

Darren gripped Aden’s hips, holding him as he ground his erection against Aden’s thigh. Aden responded by flexing his fingers. He was already working Darren up into a bit of a frenzy—his blood rushed in his ears and his skin felt raw everywhere his clothes touched.

They were both panting when Aden finally lifted his head.

“Sometimes I think you must not have had sex for a decade to be as eager as you are.”

Darren smiled. “No, it’s not that. It’s just you, I guess.”

“Considering how many times you came last night? I’m going to take that as a compliment then.” Aden backed off a few inches, though his grip on Darren held. “How do you feel about restraints?”