Chapter 57

Simply thinking of Jefferson in that terminology made him gasp for air.

“Is that…?” Memories came flooding back, of Jefferson pressed to his back, his hard erection grinding against Micah’s backside, how Micah had ground back. Not the softer memories of earlier, the sense of naturalness it had evoked. These were the carnal gates that opened, how his buttocks had clenched and unclenched, how the shudders had wracked through him when he’d found his release. Micah wet his lips, aware of Jefferson’s gaze following the movement. “You said that in your letters. How you wanted to know all of me. Is this what you meant?”

Jefferson continued to trace Micah’s pucker with the tip of his thumb. “That is what I meant. Sometimes, I thought I should tell you the complete truth. But I didn’t want to startle you. I wanted to be sure you trusted me, first. I wanted to be sure you wanted it too.” He skimmed his mouth over Micah’s. “Do you want it? Do you want me to know all of you?”