Chapter 67

It was almost a dance, Dom realized, and nearly laughed at himself for such a poetic thought. But they were a wet, soapy tangle of limbs, sometimes pressed together, sometimes drawn back to rub at each other’s fronts. Dom’s heart pounded with something more than just desire for sex, something like a celebration of intimacy. He wanted the washcloths gone. He wanted to feel Kiko’s touch

He resisted, reminding himself to let Kiko lead. Kiko leaned forward and kissed him again, then went for shampoo. He dragged his fingers through Dom’s hair, sending tingles down Dom’s spine.

“I love you,” said Kiko, pulling Dom’s face to his. Dom parted his lips as Kiko kissed him. Kiko drew each kiss out long, slow. It was maddening and wonderful, and when he pulled back, Dom breathed out heavy.