Chapter 75

“About those

other talents?” he murmured into Eddy’s ear. He slid his tongue along the outer

edge, then trailed it down Eddy’s neck, just where he knew Eddy was most

sensitive. Adem was right: Eddy did wriggle a lot. But it was the kind of

wriggle that got him closer to Nuri; that snuggled him up against Nuri’s side

as if they should fit together as one. The kind of wriggle that allowed him to

run a hand down between them and cup Nuri’s groin with bold possessiveness.

They tumbled

arm-in-arm to the bedroom, comfortably familiar with each other but still

shivering with the excitement of their desire. Will it always be like this?

Nuri wondered. Would they become complacent with each other; grow bored of each

other’s company; lose this breathless, gasping, consuming craving for each

other?

Eddy clicked on

the side lamp and spun around, breaking Nuri’s train of thought. His lips reached

clumsily but eagerly for Nuri’s, laughter shaking his body, his hand back on