He was back in the bedroom, rubbing a towel over his hair and admiring the effect of the candlelight and the flames flickering in the hearth, when Ransom joined him.
“I knew those pants would look good on you.”
Parrish’s mouth went dry. The way Ransom was looking at him…it felt like he was about to be pounced on and gobbled up.
He licked his lips—if he continued doing that, they were going to become chapped—and had to swallow a couple of times before he could get any words out. “And they feel even better.” He brought one of Ransom’s hands to his hip. “Don’t you think?” he asked innocently.
But Ransom turned the tables on him. He moved his hand from Parrish’s hip to his d**k, and the feel of Ransom’s fingertips caressing his hardening length through the silk of the lounge pants drove hi
