Chapter 13

“Get away. I was nice and dry.” He kicked at Graf, who continued to shake droplets of water over him. “And warm.”

Graf, not quite finished having fun, lay on Adama, his cold body almost as much of a shock to the system as the stream water itself. But any feeling of discomfort was soon replaced by altogether more welcome sensations as Graf began kissing him, tender kisses that set Adama’s spine tingling.

From there, Graf’s lips made a slow journey to Adama’s chin and down his neck to his chest. Once there, Graf took special care to give each of Adama’s nipples a suck, flicking the stiffening nubs with the tip of his tongue, and creating a writhing, moaning creature whose fingers dug into the granite, tearing minute scratches into the flesh at the ends.