Exclusive Excerpt from Savor Me

by Beth Bolden

As the cold water hit him, Xander yelped, throwing his hands up. “I take it back, I take it back,” Xander said, moving out of the way to try to dodge the spray after that first, frozen moment. Damon might have been worried, but he was laughing so hard it was hard for him to avoid the stream of water from the hose.

“I thought you were hot,” Damon teased.

Xander slipped on a patch of muddy ground, and nearly lost his balance, but his recovery was excellent. He moved with the grace of an athlete—or a dancer—and Damon never wanted to stop watching.

He only realized too late that Xander wasn’t just trying to move out of the way of the water. He was actively moving toward where Damon had plugged in one of his sprinklers. He leaned down for a second, his wet running shorts plastered to his ass like a second skin, and Damon lost track of what it was he was supposed to be avoiding. That incredible butt, toned and shapely and essentially begging for Damon to do terrible, wonderful things to it?

A cold spray of water to the face from the hose Xander had unhooked from the sprinkler had him gasping, but his thoughts hadn’t gotten any cleaner.

“You’re playing dirty,” Damon gasped through another burst of water to the face. He wasn’t going to tell Xander this, but it felt damn good after sweating all day.

Xander’s eyes narrowed, a bright smile blooming across his handsome face. “You love it,” he shot back.

He really did, and he never wanted Xander to stop. He loved every sneaky part of him, every achingly blunt part of his personality. Damon wanted it all, if only Xander would let him.

Damon turned the hose on himself, water cascading over his head. “I love this,” he teased. “But you could lean over again. Could use another firsthand bit of evidence to prove how much I love it.”

Following suit with his own, Xander turned his hose on himself, drenching every inch in water. His tank clung to every lean, muscular curve of his body, and Damon wanted to drop to his knees in the mud and beg.

I want to prove myself but I want to prove it to you first. Please let me touch you.

“Yeah,” Damon ground out, voice gruff and low, his erection growing despite the cold water he was pouring over himself, “yeah, I love that.”

Xander’s eyes sparkled with impudence as he sidled closer, letting Damon get a good look. He placed a cool palm on Damon’s bare chest, right where his heart beat hard and fast. “I love it too,” he said.

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