Chapter 58

Inside, Jesse noticed the wanted poster of himself propped up on the dresser. The sight of it here, so out of place among the flowered wallpaper, the soft mattress, the array of gentlemanly toiletries on the dresser itself, made Jesse’s heart swell with sudden desire. He pulled Ethan into a quick embrace from behind, and kicked the door shut with one foot as he held the singer to him. Planting a kiss in the nape of Ethan’s neck, he purred, “That’s such a bad drawing.”

Ethan turned in Jesse’s embrace and wrapped his arms around the outlaw’s waist. Jesse’s hands slipped beneath Ethan’s arms, under his duster, to caress along his back. “I like the poster,” Ethan said with a shy smile. “I think—”

Whatever he thought was lost in a soft moan when Jesse’s tongue licked the hollow of Ethan’s throat. His eyes closed, and his hands fisted in the back of Jesse’s shirt. “Please,” he sighed.