Chapter 19
When Ian turned off the water, he listened for some sound in the hotel room but heard nothing beyond the drawn shower curtain. The drain gurgled at his feet as the rest of the soapy water swirled away, and he rubbed his body down, the taste of Corey still on his lips. Stepping from the shower, he tugged his briefs up over a budding erection, the tight prison of fabric a not unpleasant pressure along his hardening member, and tried to ignore the sweet ache as he brushed his teeth.
Then he opened the bathroom door and cool air swirled around his legs. Corey lay on the bed where Ian had left him. “Hey, sexy.”
“Hey, yourself.”
Ian knelt beside the bed to rummage through his bag for something to wear. Leaning over the edge of the bed, Corey kissed the top of Ian’s head. It was so
