Laughing, Daniel stroked his hands across the smooth skin of Clark’s chest. “I love it when you lean just that little bit toward me,” Daniel said. “How hard is that?”
Clark thought about it and shivered with Daniel’s low voice in his ears. “It’s not,” Clark said softly, a little surprised that it was true. He turned his head so their cheeks brushed. An image appeared in his mind, and he shuddered again, forcing himself to feel the heat of that conjured thought without recrimination. This was Daniel.
Guilt need not apply.
Daniel’s hand moved to the back of Clark’s neck, brushing against the short hairs there, fingers closing. “Good. I’m glad. Tell me, please?”
Clark opened his eyes and made a humming sound. His hands flexed and moved aimlessly over Daniel’s body, and he hated that the e
