Chapter 27

“Sir…” Not a word but a sigh, carrying more intent than any plea he might have uttered. “What more do you want from me?”

“Nothing. I just want you to keep still.”

He brushed his knuckles across Leon’s jaw, and then ran his palm down his chest, enjoying the contrast between his smooth skin and the rough hair on his chest. Thomas kept his touch deliberate and light, watching as Leon struggled to keep himself under control. His muscles trembled, and his mouth hung open as he gasped for air.

Thomas pushed back slightly, allowing the very tip to breach his tight ring of muscle. Leon caught his breath, his chest jerking. The corner of Thomas’s mouth lifted. “Remember.”

“This is torture,” Leon ground out. But he consciously sank back into bed, relaxing the rigid set of his shoulders as much as he could. When Thomas pressed down another half inch, Leon whimpered, only to choke it back. “Does keeping still mean keeping quiet? Because I’m not as sure about that part.”