Jonah reeled, snatching a breath. Then his faculties returned to him and he kissed Sacha back, shifting on the cold stone until they were facing each other.
His hand found its way to the nape of Sacha’s neck. The change in angle deepened the kiss. Jonah opened his mouth, Sacha’s tongue slipped between his lips, and his giddiness reached new heights.
A soft moan pierced the quiet air. Him or Sacha? Christ, he had no idea. All he knew was the longer they kissed on the stairs of a building where neither of them lived, the further they were from a place where kisses could become something else.
Something magical.
He pulled back. Sacha stared, unblinking, as if frozen in time.
Jonah kissed him again, soft and sweet. “It’s cold,” he whispered. “Will you come home with me?”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“Be specific. I like it.”
“Okay then. Because you’ve been an angel tonight and I don’t want to let you go.”
“I am not an angel, Jonah Gray.”
Jonah kissed Sacha’s lips again, and then his jaw, and his cheek. Sacha smiled a little and it was the kind of smile that changed his whole face. It softened his masculine features and hard jaw, and it was all Jonah could do not to kiss him again.
They scrambled to their feet—at least, Jonah did. Sacha moved with grace and poise Jonah had never had—and ducked out and into the waiting car. It took them to Jonah’s penthouse apartment, then slipped back into the city traffic as unobtrusively as it had arrived.
The lift ride was quiet. On the landing, Sacha was, as ever, transfixed by the view. Jonah didn’t like to disturb him, not even for another kiss. He opened his door and waited. Eventually Sacha came. “I like it up here,” he said.
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. I see the lights in your eyes every time you look down on them. The view…it pleases you.”
“You please me too. Do you think I could use your shower before I show you how? It has been a long day.”
Jonah swallowed thickly and pushed his door further open. “Of course.”
Sacha preceded him inside. Jonah followed, heart beating a slow tattoo as they took their coats and shoes off, then moved through the apartment to his bedroom.
After a brief moment where he appeared enchanted by Jonah’s Christmas tree, Sacha disappeared into the bathroom. Jonah sat on the edge of the bed and stripped to his underwear, glad he hadn’t reclaimed the bloody T-shirt he’d pressed to Carl’s head. Another shiver passed through him, but not from cold, and only the sound of the shower turning on kept him present.
Idiot. It’s been years, and he’s not even here. Sacha is. Focus on him.
Jonah shifted and lay down on the bed, gaze fixed on the ceiling as he listened to Sacha move around the bathroom. It was as familiar as it was brand new. Comforting, almost.
Closing his eyes, Jonah chased every sound, from the groan of pipes, to Sacha’s low humming. His body buzzed with anticipation, craving the wildness Sacha brought out in them both whenever he made good on his filthy promises.
It was a nice place to be, and Jonah fought to stay there.
“I’m not an angel, Jonah Gray,” Sacha had said.
You are tonight.
10
It was an accident to wake up in Jonah’s bed, one that had started when Sacha had fallen asleep. He hadn’t meant to. In fact, he hadn’t meant to wind up in Jonah’s bed at all, at least not to sleep. But then he’d come back from the bathroom to find Jonah already passed out, and slipping under the covers beside him had happened before Sacha comprehended what he was doing.
Now it was morning—early, just before dawn. Jonah was still asleep, and Sacha was still in his bed. And they weren’t even naked.How is this my life today?
