He leapt from that log to the one closest to me. His unbuttoned shirt blew open and flapped heroically behind him. When he landed, he turned to face me. Sparks whirled all around him. He reached up and eased his shirt off one shoulder. My breath caught in my throat. He shrugged the other side off too and let the shirt fall to the ground. His core was engaged. His abs were clenched. His chest rose and fell. He expelled a breath through his mouth. As he did it, a puff of something that looked like fine gold glitter poured out of him. I blinked hard, but when I opened my eyes, it was still there. It was floating around him like a halo. I wondered dimly what sort of matter it was. It wasn’t susceptible to gravity. Of that much, I was certain.

Jules stepped off the log he’d been standing on and dropped to his knees. For a second, I thought he was going to shift, but he didn’t. He stayed in human form, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t an animal. He lifted an arm and then a leg. His shoulders and hips moved sinuously. Fluid. I was rendered immobile as he crawled lazily to me. I couldn’t move, and I don’t just mean my limbs. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t swallow. Hell, I couldn’t breathe.

When he got to my feet, he ran a hand up my calf. My legs parted of their own volition. He placed a palm on both of my knees. His heat burned through my clothes, searing my flesh. He looked up at me. Flames flickered in his eyes. I couldn’t tell if the reflections came from the fire, or if what I saw in his eyes were merely a reflection of mine. Either way, the way he looked at me made my brain sizzle.

Who was this wild, wanton boy who looked like my friend?

He moved his hands up the seams of my jeans. He did it slowly. So slowly, I could hear the tiny click as he dragged his nails over each stitch. By the time he got to where my inseam met my groin, I was digging my nails into the bench, panting, hips squirming. My dick was so hard, it was almost impossible to think of anything else.

He looked up at me. His eyes flashed wildly. “See?” he said sweetly.

“Huh?” He seemed to be trying to teach me something. A lesson, maybe. What the lesson was, I couldn’t tell.

“That’s me trying to seduce you. Can you tell the difference?”

Ah.