Chapter 18

“Now your shirt,” Jake said, softly. His fingers curled under the hem of Damian’s T-shirt. His fingertips were warm against Damian’s skin. Jake tugged it up and over Damian’s head. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Damian laughed. “You’re the beautiful one, sweetheart. Let me get a condom.” He stepped away from Jake for just a moment and opened the cabinet under the sink. He had some pre-lubed condoms in there. He tore one from the strip. Later, he’d need more when they made it to the bed.

When he turned back around, Jake had stripped out of his khaki pants and stood in only his black briefs. Damian’s mouth watered. He was pretty sure he might be drooling.

“Hold this,” he said, handing the foil wrapper to Jake. He unfastened his jeans and scooted them down his hips and on to the floor at his feet. Damian took the step that would put him directly in front of Jake. He slid his hand into the waistband of Jake’s briefs. “Now we need to take care of these.”