"I can make it back to yours," he said, a note of protest in his tone of voice. Chris hadn't come any closer, was still hesitant about the whole thing, and if Krem was going to get thrown in cold water instead of laid out like he wanted to be, he'd prefer that happen inside than on the beach.

He didn't have anywhere else to go. Not anywhere that they could be alone. Not knowing that Dorian was in the city and that, if Bull found him, he would invariably be joining them in their little abode. But the thought of that was fleeting and inconsequential except to consider that Krem wanted to have Chris against him, and the cost of that was a little patience.

"Take me to yours," he said. He stepped away from the tree and, since Chris was hesitant, he reached out and touched him instead, running a hand slowly up from stomach to chest.