Chapter 4
With Dean’s body pinned beneath his, the position struck Jay as an illusion. Any moment, Dean could grab hold, tuck Jay in against his body, and spin them. No wonder people assumed Dean remained in charge.
Illusion? Truly?
With one push, Dean had fallen back on the bed without argument. He lay still and compliant as Jay straddled Dean’s hips. No. More than acquiescent. Complaisant. What went through the man’s mind?
Jay trailed kisses along Dean’s jaw. When their mouths met, Dean’s lips parted and he let their tongues entwine with lazy detachment. Could it be disinterest? Jay fought to keep the frown off his face. He moved on to press small pecks along Dean’s collarbone, latching on skin to suck. Would be so easy to raise a hickey on Dean’s neck—he marked more than seemed prop
