Desire darkened their cinnamon depths to a rich brown. “Please don’t stop, not this time.”
Wren brushed his thumb over Aaron’s lips, coming away with gloss and glitter. So many words crowded his mind. Smooth lines, but nothing seemed right or powerful enough for the moment.
“I won’t,” Wren murmured, moving in for a gentle kiss, then another, tasting strawberry and mint. Delicious and addicting, like the man in his arms.
~ Above is an excerpt from Lost in the Fire (Firehouse Six, Book #5).
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