The kisses were all-consuming—Felix could have done that forever—but his hands roamed Danny’s body too: the narrow hips, the definition of the abs and arms. The night before he’d been desperate to capture Danny, to hold him and make him see reason. Now that Danny was his again, Felix wanted to savor him, to grow accustomed to having him under his hands once more. He could never be bored by Danny’s taste, but every kiss flooded his senses, overwhelmed him with gratitude, with desire.
Kissing scenes written well are more erotic than those written with more graphic detail
