Chapter 41

“Breathe,” Evan whispered as he moved up to Morgan’s ear. “No matter what happens, Morgan, always breathe.” Then he closed his fingers over Morgan’s cock.

Morgan’s breath came out in a deep, throaty groan. He arched into Evan’s hand, a whimper caught in his throat. “Jesus,”he swore quietly as Evan’s hand gripped him tightly.

The heat from Evan’s touch nearly caused him to lose all control, and only his stalwart ability to hold back his orgasm saved him from an ungodly embarrassment. Evan layered kiss after soft kiss over his throat, and the man’s hand continued its languid, delicious strokes through the silk. Morgan’s heart pounded, and his body ached for Evan’s touch without any barriers between them.

“We’re wearing too many damned clothes,” Morgan panted breathlessly.