Chapter 35

He didn’t know what to do about David’s sense of guilt. Probably there was nothing he could do. Except hope that it would eventually fade.

“Well, I accept your apology.” He licked a path above David’s shirt collar. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t when you do that anyway.” He tilted his head, pulling the sinew straight and hard to tease Vincent’s tongue into traveling farther. “So you should probably not stop.”

Vincent didn’t lift his head, addicted to the taste and the texture of David’s skin. He pushed his fingers into David’s pants, seeking out the hard line of his erection. As soon as skin touched flesh, David missed a note. Vincent smiled against the back of his neck, but he didn’t release him. He just flexed his fingers, squeezing tightly as he began to stroke his length.