After saying those words, Micah locked eyes with Clyde and moved his hips downward.
The bathtub water shifted as the friction between their lower bodies made both of them groan.
Clyde's hand tightened instinctively around Micah's waist, his grip firm and unyielding, as though afraid the young man might slip away if he loosened even slightly. "Suit yourself," he said in a low, restrained voice. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
His pale blue eyes darkened, the usual calm within them replaced by something far more intense: desire laced with a quiet, possessive edge that he was no longer entirely able to conceal. He leaned forward and licked Micah's bare chest provocatively as his hands reached for his lower body.
Micah reacted almost immediately. He tilted his head back, exposing the elegant line of his throat. The movement was unguarded, almost inciting in its openness, the curve of his neck stretching as his Adam's apple shifted visibly beneath pale skin.
