Chapter 46

Raine’s lube was unquestionably also expensive, and slippery, and slid across skin like glass; the ice-patterns were melting, water drying in spots but leaving a few small pools to highlight freckles, to amplify ginger and gilt. Don moved fingers inside him, teased him with a flare or two of cold, made him moan and spread those legs wider, then moved atop him, settled between those thighs, and moved into him.

Raine moaned again, a sound that contained a yes and Don’s name and the word love in there too; he did not move his hands, because Don hadn’t told him to, but his body arched and welcomed the penetration and pleaded for more. Don caught his legs, shoved them up, and thrust deeper, slower and drawn-out but with punishing force.