Chapter Twelve
Wilkes’ heart pounded. He knew what Balkhi was going to do next, and he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. It was one thing getting naked and horizontal at Bastion, where they’d had a room with a lockable door, not to mention the anonymity of being just two men amongst hundreds. But here, they had none of that. No privacy, and certainly no anonymity.
And yet, when Balkhi cradled his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss, he was powerless to resist. The previous evening had done nothing to sate Wilkes’ lust for the Afghan—instead it had inflamed it. As their lips touched, his brain flooded with sexy images—Balkhi naked and stretching that morning, f*****g him up the arse, being f****d up the arse. Kissing, licking, nibbling, caressing…
Pulling away with a gasp, Wilkes pointed to the
