Chapter 28

But Krish has other plans. He thumbs down the volume on the TV and lets Dane stand before he catches his lover’s wrist. When Dane looks down at him, Krish gives him a slow grin. “You turning in rightnow?”

Dane watches Krish’s hand stray to his own inner thigh, where it strokes the faded denim of his jeans, along the inseam, down to his knee and then up to his crotch. One finger presses at the soft skin enclosed behind the zipper, the beginnings of an erection he traces through the jeans. With a smile of his own, Dane gives his wrist a playful tug. “Do you have a better idea?” he asks, coy.

Krish pulls him down to the sofa, easing him back to the cushions to cut off any further questions with a hungry kiss. His hands find their way beneath Dane’s shirt, fingers plucking at tender nipples as his lover laughs and tries to twist away. “Where do you think you’re going?” Krish wants to know.