![]() “I want to just peel you out of that thing and eat you like a banana.”īeckett’s heart banged to a stop at the frankness of Donovan’s desires. “You look fucking incredible.” His eyes finally returned to Beckett’s. “I just…wouldn’t have thought any guy would look good in Lycra, and yet-” His gaze travelled over Beckett in another exhaustive inspection. “Nah, I really shouldn’t say what I’m thinking.” He took a beat to respond then shook his head. He looked like he wanted to say more but didn’t. “Man…” he muttered, his gaze hot as he trailed off. ![]() “Hey,” Donovan said, turning, putting his beer down on the benchtop as he leaned his ass against it, smiling all big and sexy as his gaze took a slow and very thorough detour over Beckett’s body, which pushed it from strung tight to excruciatingly rigid. When he let himself into his apartment, Donovan was already there, stirring the chili he’d texted he was going to cook, dominating his kitchen, looking so fucking right and tasty enough to eat, and his need ballooned further. ![]()
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