Chapter 4

Dane looks at his lover and knows exactly why the Kama Sutrawas written—for men like him, with his strong, dark hands and broad shoulders, his smooth chest, the muscles beneath his skin that flow like a tiger’s when he moves above Dane during sex. His eyes are dark like night jasmine, wide in his face, the whites around them so clear and bright that even the briefest glance seems smoldering and intense. Dane looked into those eyes and knew there was no one else for him in this world.

Not one to flirt, he just told Krish straight out that first night, after the meal when Krish drove him back to his mother’s and the two of them sat in Krish’s pickup, neither willing to end the evening so soon. Ducking his head to hide his eyes, the way he does when he’s embarrassed or unsure, Dane looked at Krish through the veil of hair and with a faint smile said, “I like you. I’m not even going to pretend I don’t.”