His lips covered Eli’s in a hungry kiss. “I’ll never hurt you. Claws or not, I’ll never hurt you.”
Eli nodded, he believed him, but old memories surfaced. He clung to Jaecar, kissing him hard, wanting to forget. Jaecar kneaded his ass. “What do you want?”
Want?Eli looked into his eyes, and Jaecar growled, picked him up as if he didn’t weigh a thing, and put him on the counter. He tugged at Eli’s T-shirt, and with a deep breath, he removed it. Jaecar’s big, warm hands ran over his skin, but he wasn’t tracing scars, wasn’t inspecting the damage. All he did was touch. He buried his face in the crook of Eli’s neck. “You smell so damn good, I want to eat you.” His tongue slid over his neck and Eli shivered.
“Naked?”
Eli blinked at him. “What?”