Chapter 38
Colby moaned and tilted his head for better access. Will wouldn’t be scared. Will wanted this. Stephen wanted this.
Here at the private heart of Will’s world—his own library, his space in his father’s house—they’d recognized each other. Swept up in pulse-pounding heart-rattling attraction, they needed this. Will’s yearning for the world and Stephen’s frustration with Society collided and burst into conflagration.
Someone stirred in the hallway outside—a footman, a maid, a random noise; it didn’t matter—and Will grabbed Stephen and pulled them further into the room, deeper into books as Will’s cravat came undone and Stephen lost the embroidered officer’s coat. Jason, being Stephen, being himself, took Will’s assertive move and matched it, wordless and breathless: slamming Will back against bookshelves.
He hesitated, looking into Colby’s eyes. The impact had been loud. Colby’d likely have bruises.
Colby’s lips curved in a smile: a welcome, a challenge, Will’s daring.