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)
Emory licked his lips, desire flaring when Julien’s gaze zeroed in on them. Fuck. This man’s fascination with Emory’s mouth thrilled him a little too much.
“What were you going to say, Emory?” Julien asked, voice low and deep.
“I just want you protected,” he finally answered. It was so much more than that, but he could tell that Julien was going to let it go by the way he let out his breath and stepped away, disappointment clouding his eyes.
“I’m going to go shower, then maybe I’ll actually cook something for us. I’m not much of a cook, but I do make a mean grilled steak and kale salad.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
Julien nodded and went up the stairs.
Emory stood there for a long time, reeling. What he’d been about to say to Julien had revealed so much to him.
I’ll protect you with everything I am, Julien, but I’m also honest enough to admit that if anything happened to you, it might kill me.
Chapter Fifteen
Julien
Emory stared at Julien throughout their dinner. The sensual tension between them felt so thick, he could feel it on his skin.
He liked it.
Liked the anticipation making his body pulse. Liked this slow build-up, and he especially liked the way Emory was looking at him. That hint of fear wasn’t there. Something a hell of a lot hotter was. The angel was gazing at him as if he wanted to eat him alive.
They did the dishes together, bodies brushing every so often, and as Julien dried and put away the last plate, he reached the end of his patience. He turned away from the cabinet and narrowed his eyes at the angel who now stood next to the dining room table. “Are you feeling this, too?”
Emory didn’t bother trying to pretend he didn’t know what Julien was talking about. He slowly nodded. “I want you, Julien.”
“Fuck,” Julien breathed as he stalked toward Emory and wrapped one hand around the side of his neck. “It’s all I can think about.”
Emory stared up at him with his gray eyes wide, the pupils blown—feeling the same desire that was currently coursing hard through Julien. He stroked his thumb over the soft skin of Emory’s throat before moving it up to feel the faint stubble on Emory’s jaw. It was a new sensation for him, and he reveled in it. He moved his hand up to rub his fingers over Emory’s lips.
“Your lips drive me crazy. So pouty and sexy, and they looked so good wrapping my dick.”
Gray eyes went hot. “You want me to drive you crazy now?”
“You already are.”
“What do you want, Julien?” Emory whispered.
“You. I want to sink into your body and still be able to kiss your sexy mouth. I want us naked—skin to skin. Do you do that? Bottom?”
Emory kissed his fingertips as he slowly nodded.
“Do you like it?”
“I love all kinds of sex. I do normally top but love the feel of a man inside me.” He kissed his fingers again and stepped back. “Go up to your room and I’ll meet you there. There’s something I need to do first.”
Julien wasn’t ignorant when it came to anal sex. He knew what Emory needed to do, and he was dizzy with anticipation. He hauled Emory back close and slanted his lips over his before thrusting his tongue deep into Emory’s mouth. He’d grown addicted to the angel’s taste and especially the way he sensuously slid his tongue along Julien’s. He ran his hands down Emory’s back and cupped his ass. He could feel how hard Emory was as he ground his hips against him.
Emory moaned, wrapping his arms around Julien tightly and thrusting his groin hard into Julien’s.
Pure need ripped through Julien, and he deepened the kiss, exploring Emory’s mouth. He knew his hunger was blatantly obvious—and he couldn’t care less. Emory was meeting him with a matching voraciousness that had all his senses on complete alert. If just kissing and grinding felt like this, what was actually sinking into Emory going to feel like?
He yanked his mouth away, breathing hard and staring at Emory. “I’ll be waiting.”
Julien had to force himself to walk away. When he reached his room, he checked that he had lube and condoms, wondering if they even needed the condoms. That thought made him catch his breath. He’d never had sex bare before, and the thought of doing that with Emory just ramped up his lust more. He removed his clothes and threw them over the chair in his bedroom. Then he just stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door. There was something so sexy about knowing that Emory was preparing himself for Julien.
When Emory arrived in his doorway, he had only a towel notched around his waist. His body was insanely gorgeous with visible lines of lean muscle and a sexy V just over the top of the towel. He’d left his hair loose, the streaked blond waves falling around his face and over his shoulders. He’d also retracted his wings, and Julien remembered him saying he didn’t fuck with them out.