There was a sharp intake of breath and then a long sigh. Goosebumps sprang along his arms, but he didn’t move. Didn’t dare. Slowly, inch by inch, David relaxed onto the bed. He closed his eyes. The weight against his back shifted, hard and sticky against soft and yielding. Luke’s tongue touched the spot between his shoulder blades again and he shuddered. His nipples tightened to stiff peaks against the soft cotton sheets.

Luke shifted again. His hand met David’s hip, moved to cup the warm flesh rounded under his belly.

“How hard do you want it?”