Kane arched a brow. “Do you prefer Miss Wilcott’s?”
“Of course not.”
“Then you know my answer as well.”
As if to second the motion, Kane rubbed his groin against Heath’s hand, which he hadn’t removed from Kane’s clothed cock. Heath wanted more.
“Kiss me again.”
A devilish grin formed on Kane’s lips. “As you wish.”
This time, their lips pressed firmly together. Heath had had a few chaste kisses with women in the past, but this was different. So much more. It wasn’t just their lips meeting, it was something deeper. A joining that resonated to his very heart and soul. He brought his hands up, wrapping them around Kane’s neck, pulling him closer. Kane moaned in agreement as their lips nipped and teased.
At first, Heath wasn’t sure of himself, but as Kane toyed with his lips, Heath relaxed, losing himself in the thrilling sensation. The kiss turned more urgent, as if making up for lost time. Heath sighed with pleasure, which allowed Kane to brush his tongue along Heath’s lips. He opened his mouth further, allowing Kane to explore his mouth, taking in the taste of the liquor he had just consumed.
After a few strokes of Kane’s tongue, Heath grew bold and rubbed his tongue against Kane’s. Both men tightened their embrace, angling their mouths to get deeper, to uncover every crevice. Raw desire burned within Heath, threatening to consume him. This was the moment he’d been waiting for his entire life. He just hadn’t realized it until the first brush of Kane’s lips on his.
. For the first time in Heath’s life, something felt right. He didn’t have to second-guess himself. He was where he wanted to be, with Kane. The smell of Kane’s woodsy soap and the press of his erection against him made Heath want to do things he had only dreamed about. But before he could do anything more, Kane broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against Heath’s.
They were both panting, trying to grab what little air was left between them.
“I hope I did not disappoint you.”
Kane raised his head to gaze at Heath. “Why would you ask such a question?”
Heat curled around Heath’s neck. “This was my first time, that is, my first time kissing...”
“A man?”
“Yes.”
Kane rubbed a thumb over his swollen lips. Heath had to control himself not to take that thumb into his mouth.
“You did just fine.” Kane nuzzled his neck, sprinkling kisses up the side. “The important thing is, did you enjoy it?”
“Very much.”
“Then that’s all that matters.” Kane placed a light peck on his lips before standing. “It’s late, and I don’t want to overtax you. It’s been a long day for both of us.”
“Did you accomplish what you needed to in Dover?”
“Some of it. Caroline is having some issues at the orphanage with her students, so she asked for my help. One teacher to another.”
“She’s lucky to have you as a friend, and I’m sorry for sounding jealous.”
Kane smirked, then gave him another kiss. “It’s nice to know you care. I should apologize as well for all those times I carelessly threw you in Miss Wilcott’s way.”
Heath rolled his eyes. “I suppose I can forgive you.”
“If there is anything I can do to make up for my past follies, please let me know.” Kane licked his lips.
Where to begin?
“Perhaps another kiss for now, then we can discuss it further tomorrow.”
As much as Heath would have enjoyed more banter, and lord knows what else, with Kane, the long day had caught up to him.
He grabbed Kane by the nape and drew him in for another hungry kiss before releasing him. “I’ll see you in the morning.”