Axel’s head spun, and he felt lightheaded. He sucked in a short breath, head arching back as the hand on his throat tightened. Just below the hem of his shirt he felt roaming calloused fingers sneak the touch of warm skin. Another struggled gasp, and eyes rolled back—the light, teasing strokes of Reno’s fingers against his stomach only stifled any excuse he had of getting out of his situation. Warm lips pressed gently against his own, and Axel only invited him closer. The taste of spicy cinnamon lingered on his tongue when Reno broke the kiss, who backed away just enough to give a triumphant smile. Axel took one look into the pair of devilish eyes before him, and Axel felt his breath taken from him.
It was all too easy.