Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Realizing sleep wasn’t going to happen, he sat up and switched on the lamp beside his bed, then reached for his laptop. Might as well do some digging into the files.
But it turned out he was too restless to focus. All he could do was listen for noises from downstairs and wonder what Emory was doing.
Sighing, he set down his laptop and got out of bed. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt.
Emory was standing beside the front window, drinking tea, and he turned as Julien came into the room. His wings weren’t out. “Can’t sleep?”
“No.” He walked up to the angel and narrowed his eyes. “All I can think about is that kiss and how I’m not a selfish lover.”
One blonde eyebrow went up. “Nothing about that kiss was selfish. We were both into it.”
“I didn’t actually mean that. I meant before. The blowjob. I left you hanging.”
“I told you I took care of myself, so it’s all good, Julien.”
“It’s actually not. All I’m thinking about is touching you. Wondering about how your skin would feel. I’ve never been this obsessive about anything before.”
“On that, I wouldn’t agree. Have you looked at your home?” Emory grinned. “Everything has a place—nothing is out of order.”
“I’m talking about my mind. My mind is most definitely out of order. I like sex, Emory. I really do. But I can’t seem to shake the belief that sex between us will change everything I knew about it.”
“Because I’m male?”
Julien shook his head. “It’s not just that. Yes, this is new to me, and there’s always excitement when you’re discovering something new about yourself. It’s just that it’s more than that. You are what I’m interested in. I want to touch you so badly I can’t sleep.”
Both Emory’s brows rose in obvious surprise at Julien’s confession, and he understood. He wasn’t one for talking most of the time, and this was honestly more than he’d ever said to his past girlfriends. But with the most serious one, he’d been dating her when he was taking his company public and was so involved in everything going on he hadn’t given her the attention he should have.
Still, what he’d felt toward her was nothing like what he was experiencing with Emory.
He narrowed his eyes. “Do you have some kind of supernatural allure?”
Emory chuckled. “No, but one of my best friends does. I could always invite him over to see if you’re as drawn to him.” Emory leaned against the wall next to the window. “Look, Julien. All this is because it’s new to you. You’re feeling something you haven’t before, and it’s probably mostly curiosity.”
“This is more than curiosity,” Julien growled out. He stepped closer, the heat from Emory’s body sinking into him. The man smelled fresh, like the outdoors with a subtle lower tone that pulled Julien in. “I want to touch you. But I won’t unless you want that, too.”
“I’m just not sure this is a good idea.”
“Was swallowing my cock a good idea?”
The corner of Emory’s mouth quirked. “Definitely not. My company does have rules, though they aren’t really enforced. It’s not that, though. I’m not sure I want to be an experiment.”
“You’re not.” He did step back, though, because he definitely did not go where he wasn’t wanted. The disappointment coursing through him was heavy, but he made himself take a couple more steps away.
“Fuck,” Emory murmured before he set his mug down on a coaster, then ran his hands through his loose hair. “Fuck, Julien.”
“What?”
“I lied. I do want to be your experiment.”
“I told you it’s not an experiment. This is need. And yes, it’s all new to me, but it has nothing to do with that and everything to do with that need to put my hands on you.”
Emory closed the distance between them and wrapped one hand around the side of Julien’s neck. “Then put your hands on me,” he whispered and pressed his mouth to Julien’s.
Just like before, sparks shot through his entire body, and he grabbed Emory’s waist and tugged him closer. Emory’s lips parted, and Julien licked into his mouth, groaning at the man’s honeyed taste.
Pure lust.
It was heady and addicting—and unlike all the other times he’d kissed, thoughts of anything else just fled his mind. All he could focus on was the way Emory tasted and the way his hard body felt so damn good against him. He tightened his fingers before loosening them to run his hands up under the back of Emory’s T-shirt. Smooth, silky skin met his fingertips and palms, and he couldn’t help but groan again. He’d known that touching Emory would rattle him. It did.
His dick was harder than it had ever been, and he was dying to see those pretty lips wrapped around it again, but he wanted to give Emory pleasure even more. He brought one hand around and slid it over Emory’s abs. The trail of hair under his fingertips was sexy as fuck.