Chapter 11In firelight, against the backdrop of the storm, they kissed more, leisurely and bared to each other. Gareth flung the heavy plaid across the rug in front of the fireplace, and Lorre ran hands all over him, drinking in the shape and texture and vitality of his body. Gareth lay there grinning at him; Lorre brushed a fingertip, a feather, across his stomach and the tempting trail of hair there. “Is there anything you want me to be? Or to do?”
“I like being touched,” Gareth said. “I like feeling it, the being with someone, in bed. I’m not really too bothered about the particulars of what goes where, as long as everyone’s feeling good. But I like knowing that, that it is feeling good for everyone involved.”
“Such a hero.” Lorre took Gareth’s thick shaft into one hand, played with h
