Chapter 20
Rylan shook his arms out and turned to face Brett, meeting his gaze for a split second before focusing on the floor. He clasped his hands behind his back and waited for instructions.
The chair squeaked softly when Brett stood up. Rylan watched Brett’s feet as he took the few steps needed and stopped in front of Rylan, breathing hard. Brett ran two fingers along the creases in Rylan’s thighs then across the little dip above his hips. He hooked both thumbs under the wide waistband of Rylan’s dance belt and ran them along Rylan’s skin.
“Maybe you’ll wear this tonight,” Brett leaned down and rumbled in Rylan’s ear.