Right Move (Clean Slate Ranch #6) - A.M. Arthur Page 0,53

deepened. He parted his lips a bit, accepting Levi’s gentle nips and sips. It seemed to go on for an eternity like that before it changed.

Levi’s tongue lightly licked at George’s mouth, taking little tastes, and George moaned. He really, truly moaned, and his dick began taking notice of how much he loved this. When Levi’s tongue retreated, George advanced, exploring the soft lips of the man holding him so carefully. Trying this new, wonderful thing. Arousal rippled down his spine in wave after wave, and he grew bolder. Licked deeper into Levi’s mouth. Got a stronger taste of the man and loved it. Hot and sweet. Pure male.

Perfection.

The world faded away, leaving George in a blissful state he never wanted to leave. He lived inside the sensual kiss and all the feelings surging through his body. From his head to his toes—and especially his groin—he was alive for the first time since he’d left the ice rink behind. Alive and aware and so fucking good.

Levi pulled him in tighter, and the brush of another man’s erection against his thigh made George jump. Levi immediately ended the kiss but didn’t release George, only put a bit of space between them. “You okay?” Levi panted, breathless himself. Eyes wide with arousal and concern.

George sucked in a ragged breath and silently reminded himself why Levi’s erection was entirely appropriate, given their current situation. This was nothing like with Adrian. “Startled me is all. That was...wow.”

Levi, bless him, actually blushed. “Yeah?”

“Very much yeah. I never imagined kissing could be so sensual.”

“It can be a lot of things with the right person.” Levi’s fingers lightly stroked his neck. “No regrets?”

“Absolutely not.” He’d never felt more alive in his life, and if kissing was this awesome, he would probably have a bliss stroke when they finally had sex.

Not when I had sex. They. Us. Please, God, yes.

“Can we kiss some more?” George asked.

Levi’s lips twitched. “I’m not sure if kissing you more this close to all these beds is a good idea. I promise I’ll behave, but man, you’re putting thoughts in my head.”

“I trust you to keep them to just thoughts.” And he did trust him. Zero worry of Levi losing his mind and doing something George didn’t want or invite. That level of trust after knowing the man for only a handful of weeks was dizzying but also...nice. “I like feeling close to someone who isn’t related me. And it’s a completely new kind of trust.”

“Oh George.” Levi traced a single fingertip from George’s temple to his collarbone. “I like being close to someone who makes me feel as innocent as he is. Unmarked by all the turmoil in my past.”

“I’m glad I can give that to you.” George leaned up on his toes to kiss Levi again. “Lock the door.”

Levi did, reacting to the order as if George had zapped him with a Taser. Then they were sitting together on Levi’s bed, hip to hip, mouths fused in a long, unending kiss that left George floating on the best kind of joy. Hands didn’t stray lower than their chests or arms. Levi seemed to love running his fingers through George’s hair, and it felt a lot like being petted, and George loved it. They kissed until George was pretty sure they’d have to take turns in the shower to relieve themselves of the arousal, and he didn’t care.

It was all worth it. His first kiss had turned into dozens, and George had never been happier in his life.

* * *

Levi woke the next morning with a boner so intense he gasped once he realized he was on his stomach, boxers twisted in such a way that said boner was not in a comfortable position. After making out with George for ages last night, he’d barely been able to calm his dick down enough to take a whiz before falling asleep alone.

Sort of alone. George was in the room, but on his own bunk, while Levi desperately wanted the younger man in his arms. He shifted around to gaze at the lump of George beneath his blanket. George faced the wall, back to him, and seemed to be asleep. As much as Levi wanted to palm his dick and get off to the memories of last night, he wasn’t about to do that with George less than six feet away.

The rooms were not very big.

Instead, he untangled from his own bedding and went into the small bathroom. It was serviceable, like a cheap