Chapter 42
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” Aiden said. Eskandar was lean but muscular, built like the fighter he was, with every part of his body strong and defined. His chest and abdomen were smooth, save for the soft black curls at his groin. His cock was as perfect as the rest of him, so hard it touched his belly.
So are you. Eskandar stepped forward, pushing against him so Aiden could feel almost every perfect line of his body, kissing him hungrily. He only moved away long enough to grin wickedly and shove Aiden onto the bed. And now you’re the one wearing too many clothes.He reached for the hems of the pajama pants, but hesitated, his expression clouding. May I?
“Yeah, of course.” Aiden lay back on the bed, trying not to feel embarrassed at the anxiety he knew he hadn’t been able to keep off his face. The last person who he remembered disrobing him had been Tanner, and the memory brought a flash of the same helpless fear Aiden hadn’t yet been able to shake.