Booker’s warm breath against his lips ignited a fire inside him, and his hands roamed under his lover’s tee shirt, his fingers eagerly exploring the toned muscles hidden beneath the soft folds. “That’s ... because ... I missed ... you ...,” he moaned between sloppy kisses, his breathless voice infused with longing. “You’ve ... been ... working ... such ... long ... hours ... you’ve ... hardly ... been ... home ....”
A low growl rumbled deep in Booker’s chest, and pushing Tom onto his back, he yanked up his tee shirt and attached his mouth to his lover’s nipple. “Do you wanna make it up to me?” he whispered, his teeth grazing over the raised nub. “You know I love it when you wanna make me happy.”
The titillating sensation brought a soft moan to Tom’s lips and his eyes fluttered closed, his ridiculously long lashes brushing his flushed cheeks. “Yesss,” he breathed, his hands squeezing Booker’s buttocks as his body writhed against the hard mound pressing against him. “I wanna … I wanna