“Do what?”
“Do that thing with your teeth. You’re killing me.”
He does it again. “What am I doing?”
I fling myself back, sinking lower in my seat. “Every time I look at you, my whole body is on fire.”
He sinks down too, a mirror to me in every possible way. Except for how goddamn sexy he is. His breath tickles my cheek when he whispers, “You know, there are probably other things we could do. If you like to watch…”
Heat floods my face, and fresh blood shoots straight to my dick. “Stop it.”
“I mean, you liked it on the phone.”
My voice comes out hoarse and hungry. “I loved it on the phone.”
“I wonder what you were thinking of me doing.”
“August…” It’s both a warning for him to stop and a plea for him to continue.
“You could tell me, you know, what you’d like to see?” He runs a hand up his thigh, and I think he’s actually trying to destroy me. “I’d like to take some direction?—”
My head snaps across, and quick as lightning, I capture his lips. The sound of his fingers digging into his thigh takes my imagination, and I have to break the kiss to control myself. I pull away, plastering my forehead against the empty seat in front of me. “I don’t think I can do this.”
He leans in close, voice painfully seductive. “I would kill to get down on the floor for you. Right here on the train. Imagine that. All the commuters reading their papers, and the whole time I’ve got a mouthful of your big?—”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Way too much,” he cackles out.
I swivel in my seat to face him. “What’s your endgame, Slayer? Have me do it so you don’t have to feel guilty about making the first move?”
His gorgeous smile deepens. “Bingo.”
Easy as breathing, I steal another kiss from him. He sighs into my mouth, and like it has a mind of its own, my hand drops to his inner thigh. Christ, he feels good. He shuffles closer, so I’m an inch from his cock. His tongue toys with mine, teasingly.
I was kind of counting on him to be the mature one in this situation, and I’m both vaguely worried and thrilled to discover he’s just as useless as I am when it comes to keeping our hands off each other. Maybe I should have expected that…
A loud snap right by my ear rips our lips apart. Shashi’s furious face looms over the back of the seats. “Stop. That.”
“Sorry, Shashi,” August mutters, moving back against the wall. Even his retreat is sexy. Goddamn it.
Shashi throws herself down in the seat opposite us with a glare, while Amber moves in next to her to lean over and talk with Jon and August.
Jon’s playing ‘In These Arms,’ and explaining, “The artistry isn’t just the music—that signature sound. It’s in the lyrics. This is the great poetry of our world.”
My eyes roll back in my head, but August shifts to peer at them through the crack between our seats. “There’s nothing like Bon Jovi.”
The other August, who I’d expected to be a prick about it, says, “This is incredible. I’ve never heard anything like this.”
“You’ve what?” Now I’m battling August for the crack, and he’s not giving it up, so I climb up to look over at them.
“You don’t have Bon Jovi in your world?” August gasps out.
“So that’s why you didn’t recognise me!” Jon blurts.
I bite my tongue like a good boyfriend should.
“No,” says Asshole August, staring at Jon’s phone like it’s a living miracle. “No, I’ve never heard this. Is this a thing in other worlds? Why don’t we have this?”
