Chapter 18Eli slid his hand up Jaecar’s chest. He wanted to touch him, kiss him again, but he didn’t know if it was a good idea.
Jaecar tilted his head. “What are you thinking?”
Eli grinned, heat curling in his chest. “I won’t tell.”
Jaecar’s eyes flashed yellow as they filled with heat. “Elijah.”
The raspy tone as Jaecar spoke his name had tingles racing across his skin. He slid his hand higher on Jaecar’s chest, trailed the neck of his T-shirt, his fingertips caressing his skin.
Jaecar curled his fingers around the edge of the counter and stood motionless. Eli took it as an invitation. Looking into his eyes, he slid a hand in under his T-shirt, his palm resting against Jaecar’s belly. The skin was warm, the body tense, and he ran his thumb over the ridges. His muscles were defined,
