"I might be trying to take your shirt off," Krem said, smile gentle and only a little cheeky. He looked at Thomas, at the way he rested over and against him; it was an effort not to arch toward him and the heat he'd moved away from Krem's.

It had been months now since they had wrestled in the surf and Thomas's body, in a very similar position, had scared him. Now, a thrilled heat sank into his belly.

"But I could also just be trying to tease." He pressed his fingers more firmly against Thomas's ribs and dragged them down, down his stomach, until he met his hips and could pull them back down until their hips were snug against each other again.