Chapter 47

Jason made a sound. It sounded rather inadvertent.

Colby glanced over. Jason said, “Um. You. Your face, just now—”

That did not clarify anything; Colby waited for more, and discovered, eyeing Jason, a definite perceptible bulge in those jeans. “My face was that interesting?”

“The way you looked—” Jason laughed, shook his head. “I know you love rain. And the world. The world getting wet. Which you are.”

“Getting wet?” Colby inquired innocently. Mostlyinnocently, in any case. A water-drop landed on his eyelashes. He blinked crystal away.

Jason visibly considered responses before going with, “I like you all wet for me. All slick and dripping, all over my hand, or yourself…the way you like, too, baby.”

Colby made a sound, this time. Much more of a squeak of desperation than Jason’s had been.

Jason grinned at him. “Car. You. Hotel. Now.”

“Entirely yes—”