“I don’t like to repeat myself if I can help it.”
“So you’re going to make me come to you?”
Noah didn’t look away from Lucas once, his eyes feasting on every detail, from the hair on Lucas’s chest to the strong line of his thighs, to the width of his shoulders. His fingers curled involuntarily, and he had to stop himself from jumping up and grabbing Lucas.
“Maybe I’m just testing you?”
Lucas stepped out of his pants. “Testing me?”
“To see if you really want me here.”
Lucas took a step back and gestured at himself. His cock was hard against his stomach, his balls hanging heavy between his legs. “What do you think?”
“I think you better get over here,” Noah said, his mouth suddenly dry.