“Guess,” Ric whispered as he stood looking at Reny and the sense of danger he carried with him. He closed his eyes as he got a whiff of Reny’s hard street smell. His gaze swept over him from top to bottom as he stood in an arrogant, conceited pose. Everything about him was a challenge. A plain message that demanded that Ric pull him close and get lost in the cool, liquid stare he gave him. He knew the effect he was having on Ric by his sly secret smile that hinted at the exciting mysteries of his flesh.
The bastard was playing with him.
Ric had to have him.
He had to get lost in those—what were they called—aquamarine eyes? God, what a combination. Dark hair, dark skin, and aquamarine eyes—topped off with danger to make it exciting.
“I ought to beat your ass right down into the ground,”
