When he came back to himself, Paris lay on top of him, his breathing labored. Blood trickled from his shoulder where Josh had torn the flesh with his teeth.
Josh’s heart hammered as he lay in the circle of Paris’s arms still gripping his shoulders. What had started out so awkwardly ended in a mutual explosion that seemed to have melted him. That nautilus shell had proved an instrument of more intense pleasure than any he had known. All they had done was rub themselves against each other, but the resulting explosion was so intense, Josh couldn’t have handled any more.
When Paris stirred and pushed himself to Josh’s side, Josh turned with him and curled against the Teneran’s chest.
“I dreamed of this,” Paris said. “Many times. Did I please you sufficiently?”
Josh snuggled against his fri
