Chapter Fifteen
ZACH’S HEAT BEAT AN erratic tattoo against his rib cage as he stood next to the bed and waited for his lover’s first move. He had just offered to do the catching, so to speak, and he had no idea what to do. Did Dylan want him on his hands and knees? Should he be doing something?
His stomach was tight with nerves. He’d never given someone up control in the bedroom. Or anywhere in his life, really. It was a foreign and somewhat scary position to be in.
“Lay on your back for me.” Dylan waved his hand towards the pillows.
Grateful for the instruction, Zach climbed on the bed and rolled onto his back. He lifted his knees so that his feet were planted on the mattress. Fear filled his gut like a bucket of fire with flighty butterflies the likes of which he’d never had before.
