Time did funny things when you were flying that high. Damon knew they broke every record getting back to the ranch, but it also seemed to pass in slow motion. Finally they were both inside, Eric stripping off the leathers while Damon watched, trembling with a mixture of eagerness and uncertainty.
Under the heavy black cycle gear, Eric wore a pair of ragged cut-offs and a sleeveless muscle shirt. The sheer masculine beauty of his physique shocked Damon into a moment’s silence. Eric didn’t have the exaggerated muscles of a body-builder or heavy lifter, but his form was sculpted in smooth, strong lines, golden tanned skin stretched cleanly over legs, arms, shoulders…
He stood with his feet a bit apart, knowing Damon was admiring him. He grinned. “Like what you see?”
“Yeah, I sure do.” Damo
