Desire rippled through Sacha. He tugged Jonah to a stop and flattened himself against Jonah’s back, moulding their bodies together. Jonah’s alabaster neck was a temptation he couldn’t ignore. He pressed his lips to pale skin that smelled of nothing but Jonah, and left a trail of open-mouthed kisses until he came to the hollow behind his ear. Then he stopped and took another breath. “You do not wear cologne.”
“No.”
“Neither do I.”
“I know. I like that.”
“Why?”
Jonah shrugged. “I like how you smell without it.”
“And how is that?”
“Like a man.”
Sacha felt himself smile, though Jonah couldn’t see him. “It is like you are in my head. That is what I would’ve said if you had asked me.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. I like how you smell too.”
Jonah leaned back, arching his neck to give Sacha more skin to explore. “What else do you like?”
“About you?”
“Maybe. Or in general. I don’t mind. Just tell me something.”
Sacha lost himself to Jonah’s jaw for a moment, considering his answer. “I like watching us fuck in the reflection of your obnoxious windows.”
Jonah sucked in a shaky breath. “My windows aren’t obnoxious. How can glass offend you so much?”
“I am not offended.”
“You called them obnoxious.”
“They are.”
“Are they? Or do you mean something else?”
“I know what I mean.”
“I don’t doubt that, Ivanov.”
“So why do you question me?”
Jonah let out a laugh that Sacha gladly cut off by sinking his teeth into Jonah’s tender flesh. He sucked—not hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough force to make Jonah groan.
The heady sound lit Sacha on fire. He no longer cared about conversation and he pressed a hand over Jonah’s mouth to tell him so.
Jonah spun in his arms, fighting him. He was as tall as Sacha, and just as strong. Whoever won would be the man who wanted it most.
And that man was Sacha. He held firm, keeping his hand where it was until he was sure Jonah would not speak. Then he travelled lower, unbuttoning Jonah’s shirt as he went, revelling in the fact that they were safe in Jonah’s apartment, not holed up in his office, restricted by the threat of the elderly security guard snoozing downstairs.
He rid Jonah of the shirt that fit him so perfectly. Jonah’s chest was as pale as the rest of him. Sacha slid a hand across it and down, traversing to his defined abdomen.
Jonah shivered.
Sacha smirked. “You like that?”