Chapter 41

Dustin was back at the couch, climbing on to Nicolae and reaching for length that had barely begun to soften in his absence when Nicolae’s grip found his wrists. “Dustin,” Nicolae murmured. “You’re shaking like a leaf in the wind.”

Nicolae’s hands were warm. Strong. Safe. Dustin swallowed hard. “I just want you so fucking bad, Nicu.”

Nicolae hummed and released Dustin’s wrists. Rough thumbs brushed over cheeks and brow and Dustin closed his eyes to allow further exploration. “Just me, yes?” Nicolae asked him in a low voice.

The words caught in Dustin’s throat, but he forced them. “Yes, Nicu. Just you.”