There was nothing overtly sexy in those words, yet the invitation sent a shiver running through Simon. There’s only a few seconds – not from hesitance, mere amazement that this gorgeous stranger chose him, was okay doing all this with him – before he simply surged up to capture John’s lips in an eager, hungry kiss. It’s clumsy, yes, and even, in Simon’s mind, a little dirty the way their tongues slide together. But that was exciting! So very exciting! Had they even exchanged names? Simon didn’t think so… He didn’t really mind, either.

What John might not have realized when Simon said he wanted to taste him, he meant a very specific part of him. Which prompted him to shift his weight while they kissed, to turn John onto his back. When Simon broke away for air, he gasped in a sip and dove back in, trailing his mouth along John’s jaw, his throat, nibbling at his collarbone. The only thing that hurried him was the heat coiling low in his stomach. But even that he pushed down since Simon wanted so badly to map out this beautiful man’s body, to savor and enjoy it before all the guilt tomorrow would bring.