Chapter 12
Mike chuckled softly. “Anything.”
Neil lifted his head—his cheeks was blotchy, sure enough, but his eyes were clear again—and searched Mike’s face intently. “What if I want to call all the shots?”
Holy fuck. Mike closed his eyes against the surge, the roar in his head and groin.
Neil had frozen, though, gone stiff and uncertain. “Sorry,” he breathed. “I didn’t—I mean. Not if you—”
God damn, but Mike wanted to find Theo in a dark alley and beat him senseless. He swallowed his anger and looked at Neil again. “Babe, that was the sexiest thing you’ve said all week.”
“Really?” Neil’s expression was verging on panic.
Mike lifted a hand to touch Neil’s face, but stopped short. Neil hadn’t said he could touch him, had he? Not yet. Mike grinned, letting Neil see the touch of desperation in it. “Fuck, yes. Hurry up and tell me I can kiss you, will you?”Magical by Elizabeth L. Brooks