Chapter 14
“Do I really have to put my shirt back on?” Emma said.
“No. I’d just tear it getting it off you again.” He looked at Jesse, who was still sitting in his chair. “Do you like it?”
The look in Jesse’s eyes made anything he could have said redundant. “It’s…I love it.”
Gideon crouched in front of him, grasping him lightly by the wrist. Letting his fingertips graze over the tattoo, he only glanced up briefly at Jesse before bending forward and skimming his tongue over the hot skin.
Jesse sharply sucked in his breath, and he stiffened. Gideon knew each of Jesse’s reactions, and he knew Jesse didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want Gideon to move away from him. He whispered Gideon’s name, his voice strained and full of longing.