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tipped back, lips slightly parted. From his vantage point, he could not make out Vincent’s features, but he’d bet his shop the man’s eyes were closed, every sense fully focused on what Oliver did to his prick.
    He took a moment to luxuriate in the taste of Vincent and on the decadent feel of his lover’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth, gliding over his tongue, nudging his throat. But only a moment lest he get lost in those sensations. Ignoring the twinge of regret, he pulled back. A soft kiss to the crown and he got to his feet.
    Vincent’s lashes slowly swept up as Oliver began to unbutton the other man’s waistcoat. To Oliver’s delight, Vincent let Oliver undress him, his large hands roving up and down Oliver’s back, pausing to grip his arse, but not making a move to stop him or to take back control of the evening. He dragged his lips along Vincent’s jaw, nipped lightly against the skin, occasionally brushed his trouser-covered erection against Vincent’s, keeping the man focused on him. Yet as he worked his way down the tan waistcoat, awareness seeped into his veins. His fingers began to shake just the slightest bit, just enough so the small fabric-covered buttons would not slide easily from their moorings.
    The confidence that had seized hold in the carriage on the drive to Vincent’s country house began to slip away. What if he did something wrong? What if Vincent didn’t enjoy it? Oliver pushed the waistcoat off Vincent’s shoulders and reached for the stark white cravat. It had been ages since Oliver had taken a man, and to his knowledge, never a virgin. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know how it was done. But…
    Another tug on Vincent’s cravat. He did his best to hide the sigh of relief when the elaborate knot finally gave way to his struggles. He stepped back just enough to pull the white shirt up Vincent’s chest.
    His lover finished the task for him, whisking the shirt over his head. By God the man was gorgeous, bared to the waist with his erection jutting stiff and hard from the open placket of his trousers. A thin moan slid past Oliver’s lips.
    Unwilling and unable to resist the lure, Oliver reached out to touch his bare skin. The heat radiating from Vincent’s body almost scorched his palms as he swept his hands up to those impossibly broad shoulders. This man was his and only his. Forever.
    “Love you,” he whispered against Vincent’s neck.
    “Love you too.”
    A tremble shook Oliver’s body, breath catching in his chest.
    The hell with it.
    Oliver grabbed the back of Vincent’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss—slanted his lips harshly over Vincent’s. With his hands on Oliver’s arse, Vincent jerked him closer, pressing their bodies tightly together, and thrust his tongue into Oliver’s mouth. Oliver let go and gave in to Vincent’s kiss, to the power and the strength of the man in his arms. No more trying to gauge Vincent’s reactions. No more trying to keep the man on a predetermined path for the evening. If it happened, it happened. If not, it wasn’t meant to be.
    Threading his fingers into Vincent’s hair, he dived into the kiss. He rubbed against Vincent, reveling in the complete lack of give in the man’s hard, strong body. The scent of his lover filled his every breath—clean male skin, not a hint of cologne, and undeniably Vincent. His head went light under the onslaught of sensations. The last drop of the tension he hadn’t even realized existed slid out of his body, and his senses focused absolutely and completely on pleasuring Vincent.
    The lust built within him with each brush of Vincent’s tongue. With each groan that rumbled his broad chest. More. He wanted more.
    He kissed his way down Vincent’s chest, pausing to flick his tongue over one copper nipple, then over the hard abdomen, following the thin line of dark hair to that beautiful cock. But before he wrapped his lips around it again, he pulled Vincent’s dark trousers down his