His disappointment didn’t last for long. Luke left a trail of wet kisses down his body, his mouth impossibly hot. Noah watched him through half closed eyes, wondering if this was all a vivid dream, a fantasy, wondering if something would happen to make the other man disappear in a wisp of smoke. But he was real. He wasn’t going anywhere. His fingers curled around Noah’s hips as he dragged his tongue down the top of his thigh, gathering stray drops of water as he moved closer and closer to Noah’s erection.
Noah fisted the bed, his breath frozen in his chest. He couldn’t even speak or moan in encouragement, he could only silently will Luke to continue. Please, please, you’re so close. Please.