Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,47
and there were goddesses out there and you can read minds—”
“I can’t read yours, I told you that.”
“Nothing is the same!”
“Oh man, come here.” Grey pulled him into a hug.
Cort wrapped his arms around the man, feeling his warm body, and he slowly felt the panic easing. Solid muscles pressed against him and he leaned into the embrace, soaking up the comfort Grey offered.
“I’ve got you,” Grey whispered. “It’s going to be okay.” He pulled away and stared at Grey before Grey came in close again and reached up to place his hands on either side of Cort’s face.
This time, his lips slid over Cort’s, and his belly clenched with instant need. Heat swept through his body and he clasped Grey’s arms, holding him tight to his form. Grey’s tongue glided over his lower lip and he opened for the man, groaning in the back of his throat as that tongue slid into his mouth. Grey tasted of beer with a hint of something deeper, something sweeter than the finest desserts.
Cort flicked his tongue along Grey’s, and Grey moaned and slid his hands down to cradle the sides of Cort’s neck. He pressed his body into his. Cort felt the hard ridge of Grey’s cock, and his need flared into flames of lust that licked through him. Cort wrapped his arms around Grey, his fingers spreading over his shoulder blades. He wished the clothes were gone, wished he could feel all that hot flesh against him.
Grey took the kiss deeper, licking into his mouth over and over. His lips felt so soft, his tongue so wet, and his rigid dick rubbed on Cort’s hip. All of these sensations swept over Cort, desire a living thing in his gut.
When Grey pulled away, Cort nearly followed him but got control over himself. He stood completely still, stunned by the lust still tearing through him as much as he was by the kiss. That had not been a simple one. He stared at Grey, noting that he was breathing just as hard as Cort. He hadn’t realized Grey was attracted to him, too, but that kiss had just proved it.
“Calm now?” Grey asked with a small smile.
“I’m something now, but calm sure as hell isn’t it.”
Grey’s smile turned into a smug grin. “That was hot.”
“That was amazing. Do it again,” Cort whispered.
Instead, Grey ran his fingers over Cort’s face, tracing his cheekbones with his thumbs, then running those thumbs over his lips. “I wish I could see you.”
Cort pulled him closer. “You can feel me.” He took Grey’s hand and placed it on his hip.
“So damn sexy,” Grey breathed. “You make my head spin.”
Cort tugged him back into another kiss, and this one ravaged. They nipped and licked at each other’s mouths, their tongues twining together over and over. Grey sucked Cort’s lower lip into his mouth, and Cort groaned and pushed his tongue in deeper. The desire boiling in his gut spread throughout his body, and he thrust his fingers into Grey’s hair, feeling the soft strands under his fingertips. He plundered Grey’s mouth, fucking him with his tongue, and when Grey shuddered against him, joy sprang, fully formed inside him.
This was like no other kiss he’d ever had.
He felt connected to Grey in some unfathomable way. Like threads of him had intertwined with Grey on some deep level he couldn’t understand. They kissed until Cort’s lips were puffy and raw and he knew Grey’s were the same.
When they finally broke apart, Grey stared at him as if he could see him. Cort shut his eyes and breathed in the fresh outdoor scent of Grey. “What are we doing here?” he asked, his voice low and rough, and yeah, maybe even a little shaky.
“Getting to know each other. With our tongues.” Grey laughed. “You feel better now?”
“Yeah, I’m calm. Horny now, but calmer. Sorry about that.”
“There’s no need to apologize. It’s a lot to take in. I was pretty freaked out the first time I saw Baer shift—it’s wild to witness. I’ll admit, there was a lot of drinking happening in those first weeks as we tried to wrap our minds around it all.”
“I wish you could have seen the water tentacles Calder created.”
Grey snorted. “Reminds me of an old underwater movie I saw. Abyss.”
“It was just like that!” Cort studied him, taking in the puffy lips from their kisses, the red cast to his skin from Cort’s stubble. “Thanks for bringing me back down.”