Aiden pulled Marc against him. Marc inhaled his scent, then licked Aiden’s neck, kissing the pulse point.
“What do you want?” Aiden asked again.
Marc shivered. He knew what he wanted.
Aiden lay on the bed, tugging Marc along with him, until his head lay on the pillow. Marc remained on top of him, their noses brushing, loving the way Aiden held him.
Marc trembled. The electricity in the room practically crackled. He was open to pretty much anything, but he hadn’t had sex in so long. He’d stopped chasing the “daddy” vision he’d wanted, yet here was the perfect embodiment of that very fantasy. Did Aiden really mean it when he said he wanted to give him what he wanted? He took a leap.
“You’re so sexy…Daddy,” he whispered, then held his breath.
Aiden’s eyes flashed. He rolled Marc onto his back and braced himself on his elbows on either side of him. He nudged apart Marc’s thighs with one of his. “Spread your legs.”