A mischievous glint flickered in Julian Sterling's eyes, narrowing them into playful crescents as he lay there. His hand, which had been resting innocently upon the solid expanse of Ethan Caldwell's abdomen, began a slow, deliberate descent. The movement was teasing, ghosting over the taut muscles before reaching its destination, where he boldly extended a finger and gave the undeniable evidence of the man's morning arousal a sharp, provocative poke.
"Hmph..."
The sound of a sharp intake of cold air hissed through Ethan's teeth, audible and distinct in the quiet intimacy of the bedroom. In that split second, the muscles across the man's entire body seized up, tension rippling through his frame like a shockwave as he fought for control against the sudden assault on his senses.
