Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tom sat on the floor, gathering the strength to stand. At least it was a clean floor. He felt half-drunk, a little dazed. Pleasure still reverberated in his bones, like a bell long after it had been struck. Who would have thought Lucas could make love like that? Fierce and dominant.
It was going to work between them. He knew it with certainty. Lucas had almost initiated the s*x, and he’d certainly controlled what they’d done. It wouldn’t be too many days before he was asking for what he wanted, instead of diffidently suggesting card games.
He turned his head and looked at Lucas, sitting on the floor alongside him, magnificent in his nudity. He reached over and hooked an arm around Lucas’s neck, pulled him close, kissed him high on the cheek. “I love you.”
Lucas did
