His fingers curled into Erik’s shirt and pulled the material up, exposing a strip of skin. “I think before I let you beg me, I want to see you strip.”
That prompted Erik to finally lift his head, a sly smile curving his mouth. Peeling away, he sat back on his heels, grabbing the hem of his T-shirt. Joel watched with heavy eyes as he pulled it over his head, revealing inch after inch of chiseled muscle. He had seen him at Travis’s, of course, but this was different. This was getting to savor the succulent sculpture of his lover, appreciate just how beautiful he was as he bared himself for Joel’s gaze.
Erik tossed the shirt away, careful to avoid any of the flickering candles. “Is that what you meant?” he asked in mock innocence.
“It’s definitely a start,” Joel murmured, his hands itching
