The softness against his palm, the words light as a breeze whispered in his ear—it was like pouring a bucket of scalding oil over an open flame. Logan shuddered violently, his arms tightening on instinct as he surged forward. Caleb arched backward, retreating step after step until the edge of the console table in the hallway pressed into him, leaving no room to escape.
No one noticed when Caleb’s frost-covered coat slid from his shoulders and pooled at their feet.
“洛根……唔!”名字还没喊完,凯勒布的嘴被再次严严实实地堵住,reason fled before a kiss that was endless, hot, and utterly consuming. Driven by instinct, his arms locked around Logan’s neck; in turn, he surrendered to the rough journey of those calloused palms down his spine—then gasped as they slipped beneath his shirt, moving with a feverish need.