Dreaming in Color by Cameron Dane (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

wasn't concerned about someone seeing us.” A gruff edge thickened Marek's tone. “Just so you know.”

Colin pressed the side of his head against Marek's and started to sway to the barely audible song. “All right. I apologize.” He closed his eyes and brushed his fingers over the edges of Marek's newly shorn hair, sinking into the heady pull of the man's warmth, scent, his very being.

After a moment, Colin felt the tension leave Marek's body, and the man slipped into the rhythm of their modified dance. They naturally shifted their lower bodies so that Marek's leg slipped in between Colin's, and his hand drifted to the lowest, most sensitive part of Colin's back. His open palm rested right above the cleft of Colin's ass.

Oh God.

Once again, jitters got Colin's mouth working without communicating with his brain. “I like being able to see your face. All of it, I mean. You're very attractive.” Stricken, Colin pulled back and found Marek's gaze. “Not that I didn't think you were before. You were. Are. You know…attractive.”

Marek brought their clasped hands to Colin's mouth and pressed a pair of fingers to his lips. “I got it. Thank you.” He settled their linked fingers against his chest, and more of his heat seeped into Colin's bloodstream, pulling him into a hold that went well beyond Marek's arm around his waist.

They moved in a tightly woven, slow circle, their bodies touching from top to bottom.

Marek's mouth dipped near Colin's ear, and as he spoke, his lips brushed against the outer shell. “What I said earlier”—the low tone slipped right into Colin's blood—“about you looking nice in your suit, wasn't entirely true. I meant to say you looked incredibly sexy. I like you this way, though, sort of disheveled, even more.”

Colin's legs went a little shaky, and his throat released a funny little sound. “Ohh, man…” What have I unleashed? “You're very good at this flirty, seduction thing.”

“No. Trust me”—more of that rough quality scratched at Marek's voice—“I'm not.”

Marek's confession somehow undid Colin even more. He breathed in the outdoorsy, clean fragrance that clung to Marek and had no ability to fight the dizzying need coursing through his body. I like this man—this real man—so much. Diving into the oncoming swell, Colin nuzzled his head into the side of Marek's, searching for any kind of touch. Marek gasped as cheekbone slid against cheekbone, but Colin could not stop. His lips parted, searching for oxygen as he dragged his mouth down Marek's nearly smooth jaw. Prickles of new growth abraded his lips, the rough sensation speeding up his heartbeat.

Sharp puffs of breath panted humid heat against Colin's cheek, and the hand at his back curled into a tight ball. Sensing equal, nervous wanting, Colin pulled back just a sliver, searching for confirmation in Marek's eyes.

Marek's stare shone bright in the darkness, the blue in his irises almost a match for the night sky behind him glittering with stars. His breathing registered as shallow as Colin's did, and his mouth somehow already looked swollen from kisses. Marek held Colin's gaze, and Colin's cock grew hard in response, digging into Marek's thigh. Colin watched Marek's eyes turn even darker. With hunger.

Colin pushed his rigid length into Marek's leg and tempted rejection once again. “For you.” He knew he risked breaking the fragile bond growing between them, but unlike with any lover in his past, he did not censor himself with this man. “For two years, Marek, only for y—”

His pupils flaring, Marek groaned and swooped in, slashing his mouth across Colin's in an open, hot kiss. He released Colin's hand from his chest and tunneled his fingers into Colin's hair, tilting his head back and holding it prisoner as he deepened the kiss. Colin grabbed a fistful of Marek's shirt, moaning as he opened his mouth, eagerly accepting the sweep of Marek's tongue. The biting-sweet flavor of pineapple took over Colin's mouth, reminding him of the dessert he had watched Marek devour a short time ago. He kissed Marek with equal fervor, but fought mightily against his need to climb all over the man and somehow get inside his skin to learn more.

Marek let go of Colin's hair and ran his hands all up and down Colin's back, lighting his flesh on fire, making Colin feel like he didn't have a shirt on at all. Biting Colin's lips, Marek ordered roughly, “Down. Lay down.” He backed Colin up a dozen steps, hooked Colin's leg with his, and toppled them both into the sand. Marek's weight covered Colin, blanketing him in a solid wall of heat and muscle.

Colin reveled in the tangle and aggression, and he gasped as Marek's growing erection burrowed against the V of his legs. Marek took advantage and sank his tongue into Colin's mouth, eating him as voraciously as he had done that pineapple tart. Skating his hands up Colin's arms, Marek took Colin's face in a bruising hold, holding his jaw open for the near violent mating. Colin needed no assistance and licked Marek with equal excitement; he spread his legs and shoved his hips up to meet the thrust of Marek's cock. Thick ridges rubbed against one another with two layers of pants between them, and pent-up sexual frustration dragged a ragged noise out of Colin's throat. His prick already leaked precum, dampening his underwear and pants. The musk of arousal mixed with the sand, water, and salty air, clouding Colin's ability to think of anything beyond getting closer to this man.

Shoving his hands between their fused torsos, Colin tried to work open Marek's belt. His fingers fumbled and pinched in the slide of the buckle. He tore away from the kiss, frantic for more. “Help me.” Colin finally got the belt open and went for the closure on Marek's pants. “I need to feel your cock.”

Marek lifted up on one arm and knocked Colin's hand away from his zipper. “Fuck, I need it too. Do yours while I finish mine.”

Colin mastered his shaking hands