There was a magnetic quality to Saito. It was just about impossible to put his finger on what, but it was most powerful when Turlach had him alone and looking at him with those depthless black eyes. Dark enough to swallow a man’s soul.
Saito gave him a guileless smile as they faced each other across the nonexistent space of the cabin. “So…”
The word lingered and ‘Lach’s mouth dried up when the overwhelming surge of lust washed away all other thoughts. Wiped clean, except for the primitive desire to throw Saito down and enact every misguided fantasy.
Fingers itching, he reached for Saito out mindless want, but he was thwarted at the last second when Saito bumped up against the wall, palm up in a universal gesture to stop.
“No.” It was a firm command and ‘Lach gasped as he froze on the s
