Christmas And Gingerbread Men Read Online Free PDF

book on the table. “Those are my recipes. Browse through them and pick something you like. I didn’t prepare dough because I wanted to do it with you.” With that, the man turned and placed bowls, spoons, cutters and other baking clutter on the counter.
    Grateful for the change of topic, Pitney opened the book and skimmed. The handwritten pages, complete with cut out pictures, surprised him. Had Rafael done that? When he came across a recipe for gingerbread men, he stopped and stared at the page. He didn’t even notice Rafael bending over his shoulder and placing the cup on the table.
    “Pitney? Did you find something?” Rafael kissed his hair.
    Pitney pointed at the gingerbread men. “Those. My... my mom always made those for me when I was a kid and...” God, he missed his mom.
    Rafael’s big hands kneaded his shoulders, then moved down his chest and pulled him against Rafael’s hard chest. The other man’s heartbeat against his back felt oddly soothing. “You said you live with your uncle,” he whispered. “So I guess—”
    “I was eleven when she died of cancer. After that, my uncle and aunt took me in. My father was some guy who left my mom pregnant after a one-night-stand.”
    “I’m so sorry for your loss,” Rafael said after some quiet seconds, tightened the embrace and brushed a kiss to his cheek. A warm feeling immediately spread through Pitney’s chest, wrapping around his heart as he dipped his head back and peered up at Rafael. Heavily blinking to keep the tears at bay, he sniffed and gave Rafael a wobbly smile.
    “Thank you.” Damn emotions made his voice raspy. He lowered his lashes when he noticed Rafael’s concerned expression.
    “Oh, Pitney.”
    Rafael’s hand cupped his cheek, then lifted his face a bit more before silky yet strong lips kissed the corner of his mouth. Rafael’s hot breath caused Pitney’s skin to goose bump. It was a wonderful, new feeling and Pitney closed his eyes and chased those lips, eager for more. After a moment of hesitation, Rafael trailed his lips over his cheekbone, then his nose and closed eyes. Pitney whimpered and tipped his head in a silent plea. He wanted a real kiss.
    “Pitney.” Rafael sounded choked—the hand holding his face trembled lightly. Pitney opened his eyes and nervously licked his lips. Blood rushed through his veins and his heart pounded in his chest so loud that he was sure Rafael must hear it.
    Then the other man turned him and closed the distance.
    Although they’d fucked, Chris had never kissed him, and the sudden press of another man’s mouth against his own overwhelmed him. Rafael’s lips felt a bit moist, and softer than he’d expected. He’d always thought men’s lips were firm, or rough. Pitney had nothing to compare it to, and it was only a fleeting touch, but he thought Rafael was a wonderful kisser.
    The butterflies living in his stomach since the evening before went crazy as Rafael nibbled and licked his bottom lip. Pitney gasped for air and Rafael—could he call him his lover already?—took advantage and swept his hot tongue into Pitney’s mouth.
    Holy fucking shit.
    When their tongues touched for the first time in a slippery wet rub, Pitney felt like his head would explode—with his achingly hard cock quickly following. He groaned deep in his throat and grabbed Rafael’s shirt as their tongues tangled and played. Too bad the man had stood and merely leaned down to kiss Pitney, otherwise he would’ve climbed into his lap and humped him.
    After minutes of spine-melting kisses, Rafael gently eased their make-out session to an end. Pitney knew he sported a sappy grin, but he couldn’t care less. He opened his eyes and gasped at the predatory look on Rafael’s face and his blown pupils. Wow. Boring, skinny Pitney obviously turned him on. What a boost for his battered ego.
    Just like Pitney, Rafael sucked in breath after harsh breath and, after he’d squeezed his eyes shut, muttered, “Damn, Pitney, you’re