“Okay.”
Kane rolled off Paul and got to his feet, then quickly pulled off his clothes again and discarded them on the floor. A glance across the room assured him that Paul was doing the same. He waited, watched, as the other man’s delectable body was revealed once more. Broad shoulders, muscles to die for, a torso so lickable it should have been illegal. This time he didn’t try to hide that he was watching, or resist the lure. He simply stared, transfixed, at Paul, his own c**k lurching as he saw just how engorged Paul’s was. Their need for each other was completely and utterly mutual and apparent, and it was time to give in to it.
“Back on the bed,” Kane ordered, crossing to his bedside table and retrieving some lube. A condom was unnecessary—shifters couldn’t contract human diseases—bu
