“No, but—”
“Are you relaxed?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then. And you can make it up to me later.”
“Yeah?”
“You bet your ass.”
“Okay. Turn around and let me get your back.”
I loved his back. Well, except for the scar that was a constant reminder of how close he’d come to dying. It was almost as thick as my thumb and pale, glassy. If he hadn’t told me it wasfrom a piece of flying metal, I would have sworn it was a burn.
I moved down to the taut curves of his ass cheeks. No other man’s ass had ever affected me like his did. I wanted to bite it, mark it, bury my cock in it.
As if he knew where my thoughts had gone, Wills spread his legs and angled back toward me. I ran my thumb over the crevice that separated his cheeks, over his hole, down to the balls that hung between his thighs.
“God, you’re beautiful.” I nipped his unmarked shoulder blade. “And I’d better get out and get dressed—”
“Do you have to?”