Chapter 41
Leander was so receptive to his touch that Julien was impatient to see how he would react when they were skin to skin. Then, to his surprise, he felt Leander’s hands fumbling with his own cravat as he smiled against the smooth column of his throat. More proof of what a quick learner the young man was.
Julien quickly shed his own coat and then captured Leander’s lips again. He ran his hands down the younger man’s back, thinking vaguely that Ashworth’s tailoring was excellent as always. He cupped firm buttocks in his hand and moaned into Leander’s mouth, then squeezed gently.