Blair twisted against
him, one hand pushing at his shoulder, and the next thing Jim knew, he was
flat on his back, the younger man straddling his belly. Curly, fragrant
hair tumbled around Jim’s face, enveloping him; with a growl, he plunged
his hands into that unruly mane, one hand collecting it and holding it against
Blair’s nape. The other man gazed down at him with wide, dilated blue
eyes, his lips swollen with kisses, his chin raw with beard burn.
Beautiful, Jim thought, and the realization
startled him, made heat and pressure collect in his chest.
Back to Sentinel Fiction
