He told himself it was foolish that his heart was beating as hard as it was—more so that his c**k was already stiffening—but he’d heard the quiet swing of the door to the bathroom opening, the click of something being placed on the vanity, the shuffle of clothing being removed. It wasn’t a hidden or covert routine. It was as though Jack was making it very clear that he was in the room. That he was getting ready.
I want him, Mason thought. I don’t know why he affects me as badly as he does, but he does and I like it and I want it.
Frosted glass didn’t hide the fact that Jack stood there. Naked. Waiting. For what? For an invitation? To tease? Entice? With shaking fingers, Mason reached for the handle. He slid the door to the side.
Jack’s eyes were fire in ice. “I was wondering when you we
