Myka’s mind was reeling while his body reacted naturally. His lips moved with Peter, parting to allow their tongues to get reacquainted as he tried desperately to settle his mind.
Peter sucked on Myka’s bottom lip and pushed him back until Myka’s thighs hit the desk, and he was forced to stumble back on top of the charts that Peter had been working on.
The fall separated them long enough for Myka’s mind and body to collapse back together. He looked up at Peter, the hunger in his eyes and the soft pants he let out threatened to shake Myka’s mind again.
What was happening?
“Peter…” Myka whispered through his own soft pants.
Peter growled and reached forward. He grabbed hold of the bottom of Myka’s shirt and pulled it up over his head but then used it to hold Myka’s arms back.
“Peter!” Myka shouted in surprise.
