Lexi loved those kisses. There was something intense and dangerous and hungry about Marco that he couldn't put his finger on, something in the way he growled that made Lexi's stomach flip, made him want to pull away but keep going all at the same time. He was addicted to Marco and he knew it, had admitted that much to himself, and more, and he'd told his brother. This was as far as they'd even gotten, it was perhaps as far as they would ever get and Lexi wanted to take all the opportunities he could.
And then there was Marco's hand there, against the head of his cock and it jumped again, trying to press into that touch but it wasn't enough. it was just a tease, something that made him tremble with desire, but it gave him no relief.
"Want." Lexi gasped back, pouting again, his wrists sore as he reached for Marco's jaw, stroking along the beautiful sculpted angles of the man, studying each and every line as the edge of his manicured nails ran over that chilled skin. "I could warm you up, promise."