Nathan took in the sight of Sasha’s enticing lower tattoo—every last bit of it. The black markings did indeed go everywhere, even a little down Sasha’s thighs.
Nathan swallowed again, finding it surprisingly difficult since his throat was so dry. Those voices that hung out in the back of his mind were screaming at him, but he couldn’t care to listen, not when the sight of Sasha made the heat in his gut swell and boil over, pooling down lower and making him ache.
“You’re way too beautiful for your own good,” Nathan said, his voice rough and shaky, “and I’ve neversaid that to another guy.”
Sasha laughed, and even that simple sound made Nathan tremble a little. “I’m glad you think so,” Sasha said. He stepped out of his discarded pants to move closer.