Christmas And Gingerbread Men by Liza Kay Read Free Book Online

wriggled on top of him. The friction was hot, but Rafe liked his cute snorting sounds and the way his nose crunched up when he laughed even more. Pitney was so real. In his own, special way, he was beautiful. It’d be a joy to wake with him, joke in bed, rib under the shower, and bicker over breakfast each morning.
    Still panting and with twinkling eyes, Pitney said, “I know it’s dumb, but the thunder and lightning frightens me. Always has.”
    “Huh. Why didn’t you wake me up?”
    “To what purpose? So you could make me a hot milk and rub my belly? I’m not five!” Pitney growled and squinted at him.
    Rafe grinned at the fire in his new lover’s eyes and, with a quick move, rolled them so he pinned Pitney underneath his heavier body. “Easy, tiger.”
    Pitney gasped, his eyes widening in shock. For some tense seconds they lay like that, neither of them moving and both barely breathing. Then Pitney’s eyes darkened, he reached out and slowly moved his hands over Rafe’s chest and shoulders. He looked shy and for all in the world like he was doing something semi-legal. His slender fingers shook and his breathing sped up.
    Rafe could only watch in awe. Pitney looked so stunning while caught between the obvious urge to touch and explore and the fear holding him back.
    “Pitney,” Rafe whispered to get his attention. “It’s okay. You can touch me any way you want.” He’d pay for his generosity with a set of blue nuts, but if Pitney wanted to explore, then Rafe wouldn’t stop him.
    Pitney’s gaze, his eyes so full of wonder and a dash of insecurity, met his. Pitney managed to hold the gaze for a few seconds before he lowered his lashes again. He licked his bottom lip, the little tip of his pink tongue leaving a wet sheen Rafe wanted to taste. He was sure Pitney had no idea how sexy he was.
    “You’re not mad at me for sneaking into your bed?” Pitney’s big, blinking eyes looked like melted caramel. “Yesterday, you said you wanted to take it slow and... this is not slow, is it?”
    Rafe laughed huskily, leaning down to nuzzle Pitney’s slender neck. He loved the scent of sleepy, cuddly man in the morning. “That was before I found you lying on top of me. Anyway, I think when two people want to build something beyond sex, they need to take their time and explore each other,” he added before softly nibbling along Pitney’s jaw. To his surprise, he found the skin there still soft and without a hint of morning stubble.
    “What? I don’t understand.” Pitney squirmed restlessly underneath him.
    “Oh, Pitney. I know sex is nice and all, but have you never just enjoyed a lover’s closeness? Never rested your head on his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat? Never touched without intending—”
    The rest of his speech died in a muffled grunt. Pitney’s slender yet strong fingers had found their way in his hair and had tugged him down to slant his mouth over Rafe’s. The passionate, demanding kiss shocked the hell out of him, and Pitney’s vigorous behavior had him panting and submitting in a heartbeat.
    “Fuck it,” Pitney snarled, then nipped Rafe’s lower lips. “I’m horny and you’re sexy as fuck. Enough of the talking, do something already.”
    Oh, god. Rafe groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Pitney obviously had no idea what those words did to him. He wanted to obey, wanted to do everything Pitney demanded and then beg for more.
    Wasting no time, he slipped his hand under the waistband of Pitney’s briefs and palmed his morning wood. The rod was long and slender, matching the rest of Pitney’s physique, and Rafe couldn’t wait to explore it thoroughly. He moved his hand until he cupped Pitney’s lightly fuzzed balls, then rolled them gently.
    “Yes! Please, more.” Pitney panted and wriggled, obviously liking the attention his privates received. Arousal had painted his face pink and his pupils were huge. Rafe longed to know how he’d look during an orgasm.
    However,