Chapter 85

Two weeks apart—the sex must be volatile. Always was, anyway. Impossible to grow used to being looked at that way. Those blue eyes flicked around now, Dean admiring him as if he were beautiful. While never shy about his features, Jay had never given his reflection much consideration until he witnessed this expression on Dean’s face many times over. Dean appeared to be a man drinking in all he saw.

Hell, the mere sight of him turned Dean on, the open admiration arousing Jay in a way surely narcissistic. The shame he should feel over such a reaction refused to materialise, Jay far too busy wondering if he might one day orgasm from Dean’s gaze alone.

“You’re trying my patience,” Dean muttered, pressing against Jay’s hand, making it clear that, although only a few seconds had passed since he scattered the last of Jay’s shirt buttons, he’d waited long enough.