Chapter 71

His shove toward the bed was playful. So was the way Eli slapped at his grabby hands. He caught a smile on his new lover’s face before he bent his head and bit at his neck, one so pleased with itself he was tempted to slow it down again just to prove a new lesson. But then his hand found the hard tip of Eli’s nipple and pinched, and Eli arched into him, bow-tight and ready to be broken, and Jarrett ended up smiling himself. He couldn’t very well torture Eli when he was guilty of the same crime.

“We are not nearly naked enough,” Eli panted.

Jarrett straightened, though his hands refused to pull away with him. “Do you want the honors, or should I just take them?”