Snowed In(manxman)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four 

Turner didn’t even look around the room, nor give Will time to do so, before he pulled the man into his arms and devoured his mouth. Will groaned against Turner’s lips and it merely fueled Turner’s desire hotter and higher. 

Turner deepened the kiss, taking Will’s tongue between his teeth and then sucking as the other moaned with delight. Will’s hands gripped his arms tightly and Turner wrapped his arms tight around his waist just as Will’s legs buckled. 

Moving his mouth from Will’s lips, Turner let it roam across his jaw, skimming the soft skin of his neck and suckling hard as he nipped. 

“Turner… More.. I need more,” Will gasped. 

Turner grinned against his skin and was more than happy to oblige. He once again moved his lips to Will’s and let himself get lost in a hungry kiss. His body tightened and trembled. Turner slid Will’s coat from his arms and tossed it aside before moving his hands to the button of his shirt. 

Turner growled with satisfaction when the barriers between his hands and the hot skin of Will’s chest were finally freed. Turner whirled Will around and pulled his back against his own broad chest. 

“What are you doing?” Will whispered, his voice hoarse and his breathing harsh. 

Instead of responding, Turner nipped at his shoulder and wrapped his arms tight around Will. He ran them over his chest, teasing his nipples until Will was whimpering and they were hard pebbles beneath his touch. Then Turner let his hands slip lower, his palms danced over Will’s tight stomach and then his finger tips slipped beneath the waistband of his trousers. 

Turner wasted no time before undoing those trousers and pushing them down Will’s lean legs. He closed his hand around Will’s hard cock and licked his neck, loving the way this man tasted. 

“Turner..” Will gasped. 

Turner felt Will push his backside tighter against him and Turner ground his throbbing arousal against that soft ass, suddenly angry that his own clothes still came between then. 

Quickly turner pulled away and removed those barriers. He trembled when Will removed his own boots and finished losing his pants then ran an appreciatory gaze over Turner’s bare body, “You are perfect,” Will whispered. 

Turner growled. He hated the sight of that scar low on Will’s stomach. The bruises had faded but Turner could still remember what they had looked like… He could still see Will lying in that bed in the brothel, naked, bleeding and more than half dead….

“Turner?” Will’s palms pressed against his broad chest and his voice broke through Turner’s dark thoughts. “Whatever you’re seeing isn’t here and now… I’m alive and I’m well and…” Will bit his lip before rising on his toes and pressing his lips to Turner’s ear, “.. I want you.” 

“Damnation!” Turner growled. 

He grabbed Will and tossed him down on the bed before coming down over him, placing his hands on either side of Will’s head and allowing their arousals to brush together.