Second Chances in New Port Stephen - Chapter 56

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Second Chances in New Port Stephen - Chapter 56

Nick looked ready to vibrate out of his skin. “Yeah. Good—great plan.”
He stepped closer and kissed Eli with all the confidence he’d earned. Eli smiled into it, letting
himself be tipped back, nudged step by step over to the bed until he finally landed on it with a
thump. There were clothes to be dealt with; not for the first time in their acquaintance, Eli was
glad both he and Nick believed in not wearing shoes inside the house. One less thing to worry
about.
In the interest of fairness, Eli started unbuttoning his shirt. He couldn’t let Nick be the only bare-
chested one in the room, clearly. For a brief moment, he considered tearing off his shirt so the
last three or four buttons went skittering in all directions; it was a move he had perfected in
recent years and it seemed to be a huge turn-on for most guys. (Most guys didn’t realize how
easy it was to sew a new button on a shirt, so in terms of ROI, it was a real winner.) But then
Nick’s
hands batted his out of the way and took over the task of unbuttoning his flannel.
“Let me do it,” he murmured. “I want to see you.”
Eli smiled from his position sprawled under the cage of Nick’s body. “You’ve seen it before. Both
versions.”

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Nick’s gaze flicked up to his and held. There was a soft promise in his eyes. “Not like this.”
Eli swallowed. That was true.
When the last button was finally undone, Nick parted the panes of his shirt like he was
unwrapping a gift. His stare was intense, sweeping over Eli from collarbones to hips, then
finding its way back to his nipples. He licked his lips, not in a deliberate, wolflike way, but
unconsciously, like he was remembering how Eli had loved having them sucked when they were
younger.
“Can I?”
Eli had to clear his throat so he could speak like a normal human being. His voice still came out
squeaky. “Be my guest.”
Nick lowered his head, his black hair falling over his brow to tickle at Eli’s sternum before his hot
mouth closed over his left nipple. Eli let his eyes slide shut as his head fell back on the duvet.
The sensation wasn’t as intense as it used to be before he’d had surgery, but it still felt good.
Each lick of Nick’s tongue, each suckle of his mouth felt like lightning on Eli’s skin. He threaded
his fingers through the silky hair at the back of Nick’s head and held him in place. The helpless,
hopeful sound Nick made at that was enough to send him to some other plane of existence,
where everything smelled like Nick and nothing hurt.