Chapter 68

“You’re sure…?” Damien didn’t want to ask, but he had to know. Everything to the contrary, he didn’t want Lyle to feel obligated to carry this through.

Lyle’s whispered “Yes,” followed by a much more emphatic, “You have to ask?” was all the answer either of them needed.

They tossed their outerwear on the chair in front of the window, which was followed moments later by their shirts. Shoes were kicked off next. Damien was about to remove his jeans when Lyle gripped his wrists.

“I want to slow down and savor each moment.” Lyle released his hold and then ran his hands slowly over Damien’s chest. For a moment he frowned. “You’re cold.”

“We were outside. It’s hardly summer out there.”

“True.” Lyle continued his tactile exploration, tracing the hard lines of muscle before teasing his fingers over Damien’s nipples until they hardened. He kissed Damien’s throat and slowly worked his way down to swirl his tongue over each nipple. “This would be easier if we were lying down.”