Ryan was sleeping on his left side when he felt a touch as light as the brush of a butterfly’s wing tracing the line of his cheek and jaw to his lips. He planted a sleepy kiss on Boon’s fingers. When Boon traced the line of his shoulder and down his forearm to his palm and licked it, Ryan shifted without opening his eyes.
It was when Boon ran his hand over his hip and down his inner thigh that Ryan held his breath. By the time Boon was licking his shoulder and splaying his hand and fingers across his belly, Ryan groaned.
Boon gently bent Ryan’s right knee, and Ryan let it drop to rest on the bed. Boon’s hot mouth trailed kisses down the curve of his spine and over his butt cheeks. His tongue slid slowly down again and again near the passage at the end of his spine. Ryan relaxed and let d
