“So?” asked his gruffer, foreign sounding incubus voice. “Do you approve?”
Sasha started at Nathan’s face, up his coiling horns, then back down his body, slowly. When his eyes dropped below Nathan’s beltline, he choked with laughter. “Nate…you forgot something.”
Crap. Nathan was already pretty sure he knew what Sasha meant when he looked down and saw that not only did he not have his jeans and shorts, which was intentional, he also didn’t have that nifty black covering thing either. He couldn’t help gaping a little though, because he had the tattoos. Of course he had the tattoos, but he had sort of forgotten about them.
They coiled black around his hips, down his thighs, and intimately between his legs. The design was like Sasha’s but also not, something completely unique to Nathan. Narcissistic as it may be for him to think so, it was pretty damn sexy.