Chapter 17
Sean took his time finishing his wine, wanting to leave Dane waiting. He found it arousing, knowing Dane was ready to pounce on him, yet making him stand there. He imagined Dane pulling off his clothes, hurrying to be naked in time, and then waiting there, maybe touching himself, getting frustrated. Wondering how long it would take Sean to come to him.
Eventually Sean finished his wine and set the glass down. He climbed the stairs, the house totally silent, his pants tight on him. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, but he couldn’t see Dane in the bed. He pushed it open, stepped through, and found his arms pinned to his sides.
“Typical witch,” said Dane into the skin of Sean’s neck. His teeth pressed into Sean, his breath hot over Sean’s flesh. “Making me wait.”
“You
