Chapter 16
Moving his sleeping space from the rollaway to Lennon’s bed shouldn’t, in theory, have changed much. He certainly got a better night’s sleep; Lennon’s bed was big and the mattress was the most comfortable he’d ever used. That said, Ben’s job didn’t change. His job was to keep Lennon safe, and it didn’t matter where he slept to do that.
Of course, changing beds changed pretty much everything. The first time they’d messed around after Ben’s return, Ben found himself unable to resist the lure of Lennon’s light, smooth, toned skin. He had to run his tongue along it, and his fingertips. There was more behind it than lust. He needed to reassure himself that Lennon was really here, really alive and squirming underneath him.
He didn’t want to ask anything vigorous of Lennon. Dark bru
