“Bed is next.”
“When do I get to undress you?”
Brace didn’t know if he had the patience for Jag to deal with the elaborate costume he wore. It had more buttons, zippers, belts, and loops than Jag’s did, and it took him nearly a half hour to get into it earlier that day.
“Later.”
Brace straightened and took Jag’s hand. Jag automatically curled his fingers around Brace’s, and a thrill went through him at the casual response. He glanced away, trying to hide his reaction. It seemed ridiculous to be so pleased by the gesture. It was hardly a declaration of Jag’s intentions.
Jag lay flat on the bed without prompting from Brace. He looked exactly like Brace had imagined, his golden skin a sharp contrast to the dark sheets. Brace’s heart twisted. There had been other lovers. But all of them,
