“We should keep an eye on that, Randy.”
Now that wasn’t a figment of his imagination, Randy told himself. Lyle’s tone had definitely changed, becoming deeper and softer. Once again, Lyle’s fingers slipped through his hair. This time it wasn’t just the throbbing bump Lyle sought out, either. He ran his fingers from crown to neck, taking extra care, or so it seemed, to glide them over every sensitive spot Randy had.
Randy cleared his throat. He didn’t move away even though every instinct in his head told him to; his feet seemed glued in place. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you feel okay,” Lyle said simply. Both Lyle’s palms landed on Randy’s shoulders. “You should let me have a look at your back, too.”
Holy s**t.
That wasn’t supposed to feel like an invitation. It sure in hell wasn
