Chapter 111
The bookshelves and tall picture windows and action-hero-sized sofa beamed in welcome. The night tasted cool as Los Angles evening air, full of salt and palm trees and sand.
“I was thinking…” Colby slid a hand up. Rested it on Jason’s chest, toying with shirt-buttons. Jason growled something inarticulate and tried for more kissing. His hips moved against Colby’s; their arousal pressed together, hard and hot. Colby loved that feeling, loved Jason, loved Jason inside him.
Just at this moment, though…this night, tonight…he did have an idea. He hoped Jason approved.
Jason, given the presence of Colby’s hand against his chest, stopped. “Everything okay? The weather?”
“The weather’s in favor of doing more.” Colby kissed him swiftly for reassurance, smiled, drew his finger along Jason’s throat. “In fact, I think…it might be up for something a bit different.”
“What’d you have in mind?”