Page 62 of Graves

And that someone is greedy.

Aran rips his T-shirt over his head and seeks my lips again. Like a dance, our heads move back and forth. We gasp for air and crash together like magnets.

I greet his tongue with a sigh, excitedly nudging it, circling it, tasting the hot wetness of his mouth.

With impatient fingers, Aran unbuttons my shirt. When he’s about to lose patience and just tear it open, I grab his face with both hands.

“Don’t you dare rip it,” I growl against his lips.

Aran pauses and smiles. “Sorry,” he whispers, then yanks the shirt open and pulls it off me. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

He runs his hands up my sides and drags me against him. I lose myself the moment my stomach touches his bare chest. The flush of his body feels like finally coming home, while the intensity of it sends another icy shiver down my back.

I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight. I kiss his neck and collarbone, exploring the muscles in his arms and chest.

Aran shoves my pants down, then does the same with my underwear. He keeps kissing me passionately, touching me everywhere, pressing me backward until my back hits the kitchen island. The cold stone bites into my skin, a blazing contrast to the heat Aran leaves on my body.

“In the kitchen again?” He laughs.

His hand wraps around my throbbing cock in a firm, hot grip that steals my breath.

The way he takes control turns me on so much I don’t even recognize myself when I tug his pants down and massage his balls. I saw the condoms in his jacket pocket. The thought of what he can do with them—with me—makes my pulse race. The idea of him doing it with someone else drives me crazy.

I crush him against my chest, fingers digging into his skin like I want to brand him, make him mine, even if only for this moment. My lips find his neck, desperate and hungry.

“How far do you want to go?” he asks, still gripping my length.

“As far as possible,” I moan into his mouth, pushing my hips forward.

Aran pauses for a moment. His eyes burn with lust as he studies me. “You sure?” he whispers, voice dark and promising.

I nod, breathless.

Aran grabs me and turns me around. I brace myself against the kitchen island with my hands and push my ass back toward him as he crouches down behind me. He pulls my pants all the way down and helps me step out of them. He kneads my skin, kisses me, and slowly makes his way to my center.

“Kuso,” I breathe, expectant, gripping the edge of the island.

I’m so turned on I don’t care that I’m standing naked in front of him, offering my ass. Any remaining doubts are obliterated the second Aran’s tongue presses against my hole.

“Oh fuck!” I moan.

The wet, warm sensation electrifies my entire body. I stretch my arms out and arch my back, one hand fisting my hair to fight the overwhelming tingling.

Aran keeps kneading my ass and rimming me. Then he slides a finger inside.

I gasp and hold my breath for a second.

“Everything good?” he asks, kissing my hip.

“Yeah,” I breathe heavily, resting my forehead on my outstretched arms. My body relaxes again as Aran slowly moves his finger in and out.

“You’re so hot,” he says, touching me with his tongue again.

I can’t get enough of it.

“Stay like that,” Aran orders and disappears.

When I look up, he’s already back with a condom and a packet of lube. He’s naked now too, his cock standing hard and proud.