“Have you done this before?” Matti’s brow creased. He sat up and looked at the jar in Luca’s hand. “Not … this part, with men.” Luca bit his lip so hard he endangered the skin. It was stupid for him to find that so blazingly, unbearably hot. Sex was many different things. Actions were arbitrary. But Luca was selfish; he liked things that were his, only his, and he was already looking forward to imprinting somewhere on his greedy, dye-hungry heart the memory of Matti’s face and the sounds that Matti would make.
