Chapter 14As Ben carefully trickled a thin stream of sweet white wine over Edward’s bare, prone torso, he was bewitched by the sight of the liquid trickling over pale skin, tightening those deep pink n*****s and snagging in the scant patch of chest hair. He was further transfixed by the amused expression on Edward’s face, his eyes shaded olive green with arousal. Putting down the glass, Ben was glad to have banished that terrible, haunted look on Edward’s face when he arrived on the doorstep that morning, which had frightened him out of his wits.
Before the wine could spill onto the sheets, thanking God he had not chosen claret to explain away to Cribbins, Ben licked his way down Edward’s body, his senses reeling from the hock combined with Edward’s distinct flavor. With the liquid absorb
