Chapter 30
Leaning back against the pillows, Corey laced his hands behind his head and watched Ian dress. The past hour blurred in his memory, a golden press of smooth bodies and hungry kisses and murmured whispers, Ian in his arms and beneath him and the blinding tightness, the fury of passion, deeper, farther, in, until everything exploded in a glorious rush of love and warmth and Corey had hugged Ian to him, promising never to let him go. Finally he had seen in Ian’s eyes something akin to surrender, to trust—the veil that had draped his soul fell away somewhere between the shower and the bed, leaving him open and trembling in Corey’s hands. “I love you,” Corey said for the millionth time as Ian pulled on a pair of old tattered jeans, the legs ripped and worn.
Ian laughed, an easy sou
