Rein held Sin's heavy, warm body, savoring this rare opportunity at unhurried intimacy. He and Sin had had so few of these moments in the time they'd known each other. Marta, Ian, and the others would invade soon enough since this tent was command central.
And the conflict with Raul hung like a dark storm over the horizon. But for now, this brief moment in time, he enjoyed it while he could, playing a hand over his lover's chest, admiring with his touch the smooth heated skin, the flat nubs of his masculine n*****s, the swell of his sculpted chest muscles and the way they dropped off to his ribs and the plane of his rippling abdomen.
Sin looked healthier today than he had since before his capture. The cuts and welts over his skin appeared less angry, and his bruises paler. The wound on
