Chapter Three
“Sorry,” Balkhi said, not sounding all that apologetic. “It is just... I want you so much, and I need to—”
“I know, and you will. We both will, many times before I have to leave on Sunday. Hang on a little bit longer, let me have my fun. It’ll be even better for the wait. Explosive.”
Balkhi’s reply was a nod and an unconvincing smile.
As soon as Wilkes lowered his head again, he allowed himself a smile, too, since Balkhi couldn’t see his face now. He wasn’t about to admit it, but he was pleased that Balkhi was as desperate to f**k as he was. It was always nice to be desired, and it meant Wilkes didn’t feel quite so single-minded, so s*x-mad, since his lover had the same cravings, the same gut-wrenching need.
The last thing he wanted was for Balkhi to think he was only in
