“I barely know you,” Lyle said, but his feet had already started to move him forward, as if his body knew something that his mind hadn’t quite grasped.
“There’s probably a point to that comment,” Arius said. “Come here, wolf. f**k me like you’ve dreamed about f*****g that flutterfly of your father’s.”
A flush of heat started to creep up Lyle’s neck, and he was pretty sure only part of it was due to embarrassment. He stopped at the foot of the stairs for no other reason than his heart was beating so hard he wasn’t sure he’d make it up them. Arius stood above him like an angel—a God—arms still spread, expression alluring, and damn, but it was a good look. “Just like that, hmm?”
“The ceremony of propriety means nothing to me. You’ve been watching me all night. I’ve been watching you back.
