“Damn it, big guy,” Desire sighed, frustrated enough to breathe the words, but unable to hold anything close to a grudge when he was finally getting touched more. He leaned his weight back against the Guardian with a flush in his cheeks and his erection achingly swollen, squirming at the feel of things being so close but also so slow.
This beating around the bush had gone on long enough. Declan didn’t make assumptions, needed things stated plainly for him? Fine. Reason needed to get over himself.
“I’m trying to make you understand. I wouldn’t be here if part of me refused you.” He slipped his own hands back, each one finding the outside of a marble-white thigh to grip, securing himself in place all the more. It was less about emphasis, though, and more just about putting his hands somewhere they could hold on to.
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This beating around the bush had gone on long enough. Declan didn’t make assumptions, needed things stated plainly for him? Fine. Reason needed to get over himself.
“I’m trying to make you understand. I wouldn’t be here if part of me refused you.” He slipped his own hands back, each one finding the outside of a marble-white thigh to grip, securing himself in place all the more. It was less about emphasis, though, and more just about putting his hands somewhere they could hold on to.