Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
His body was doing the thing again.
The thing she always wanted him to do but he never could.
No matter who she brought in or what she showed him, his body refused.
But Carver was different.
He felt safe.
And safe was something he needed to let go.
He wanted to be ashamed of the way his body tightened.
He knew what happened after. He’d seen how this hardness could be used to inflict pain.
Sure, she said it was pleasure, but he didn’t believe her.
Though she’d never used him—only made him watch—he understood the power his body held.
He didn’t want that power.
Carver had tried to look away from his body. He’d been careful with his touches.
If the big man hadn’t washed his feet, then there wouldn’t have been any issue.
But seeing his large form curled forward doing something that was meant for servants in his old home was overwhelming.
His body reacted before he had a chance to think it over.
Need punched through him.
Want so strong his body nearly melted into Carver’s touch.
And now Carver wanted to talk.
There’d been lots of talking so far. Most of it around him and not to him.
Still.
This time, he needed to say what was on his mind. He didn’t want Carver to get the wrong idea.
Then again, he wasn’t all that sure what the right idea was.