Chapter 23
With his kisses, Lyle lay Tommy back against the bed. Tommy’s hands were lost in the lacy folds of Lyle’s dress; every move they made was punctuated with the rustle of fabric. For a scant moment, Tommy thought back to the weekend, when Lyle’s body had been bare to him, unmade-up and beautiful. In the low light of the bedroom, he could almost see the man hiding beneath the woman in his arms.
Straddling Tommy’s waist, Lyle leaned over the cowboy’s chest and kissed the tiny dimple in Tommy’s chin. “Lucky you,” he purred, trailing a finger lazily down the front of Tommy’s shirt. “The next few days you’ll be out on the trail, surrounded by hot, sweaty ranch hands, your gentleman friend’s bedroll mere inches from yours. Who’s to say what might happen in the night? If you reach out a
