Chapter 32
The kiss was broken, the air almost too thick to breathe, and Jack asked, “You sure this is what you want? I’m here for you, Mason. Not the other way around.”
Come up with something more intelligent than a nod, Mason told himself. He couldn’t. The motion would have to suffice.
Jack stepped closer, into the stream of water and the music it made as it hit his firm skin and hard muscles, was fantastic. Jack reached out, the expression on his face dark and warm and sexy, inspiring flushes and rushes and heat in every inch of Mason’s self, and he caught Mason’s face in both hands. He leaned, whispered, and even over the constant pound of the shower, around the echo of space and tile gathering sound and sending it back, Jack’s voice was the only thing Mason could focus on. “Turn around. Face the wall.”