Perhaps he did believe in magic after all.
No. It is science. It is my body responding to his. We are just more compatible than any that has come before.
Yes. Compatibility. That was it. Sacha pushed Jonah down so his chest hit the bed, and nudged his legs wider. The change in angle took Sacha deeper. Jonahmoaned, and it stirred the inferno in Sacha’s blood. He fucked Jonah harder, chasing Jonah’s climax so he could do battle with his own, but he was still unprepared for the sensation of Jonah clenching tighter around him, or the shudder of hot flesh beneath his hands, or Jonah’s gasped curse.
Sacha was closer to the edge than he’d ever imagined. He fell, growling in Russian, the words tearing from his throat, and he came hard, flinching from the impact.
For a long moment, he couldn’t move. He remained hunched over Jonah, panting, as he watched their reflection in the window. Jonah’s face was buried in his arms. Sacha wished it wasn’t. He wished he’d rolled Jonah over before he’d pushed inside him so they’d fucked face-to-face.
Next time.
The thought made Sacha’s heart flutter. It had been a strange two weeks since he’d turned his life upside down to take the job at Blutecc. The last-minute decision had led him to this, thinking about afourthdate with a man he was now calling his friend. A man who’d enchanted him so entirely in that fucking lift that Sacha hadn’t been able to let him go since.
Two weeks. You are…preposterous.It was one of Sacha’s favourite English words. But still. Two weeks. How could so much have shifted in Sacha’s brain since then? He didn’t go on multiple dates. He didn’t have many friends. And he certainly didn’t cuddle after sex like he was doing right now.
He shifted, releasing his death grip around Jonah’s waist, and sat back, heart thundering. Disposing of the condom gave him something to do. He got up, threw it away, and washed his hands in Jonah’s bathroom.
Go home.
Pick your clothes up off the floor and go the hell home.
He found a clean wash cloth on the shelf and dampened it with warm water.
Go home.
He took it back to the bedroom. Jonah had rolled onto his back. His skin was flushed and shiny. Sacha gazed a moment, spellbound, then handed him the cloth.
“Thanks.” Jonah cleaned himself up, then shifted up the bed to drop his head on the pillows. The bedsheets were a mess. Sacha retrieved them and dragged them to cover Jonah’s legs.
Jonah grinned. “Tucking us in?”
“Tuckingyouin.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yes.”
But Sacha didn’t move. He stood stock still while Jonah ran his sweet gaze over him, unabashed by his nakedness. This, he could do all night long. And Jonah seemed to know it. He rolled his eyes and patted the mattress beside him. “Don’t go just yet. Lie down a while. I promise I won’t jump you again.”
“You think I would mind?”
“I don’t know what you mind, Ivanov. You don’t say much that makes sense.”
“That is not true.”
“Then come here.”
Go home. Sacha lay down on the bed, sliding his legs beneath the rumpled sheets. He stretched out on his back, and gestured for Jonah to come closer. “This is what you want, no? To lie together?”
“What doyouwant, Sacha?”
To sleep for twelve hours then wake up and fuck you all over again.“I want my friend to be happy.”
“That’s sweet.”
“I am precious. Come here.”
Jonah smirked and followed Sacha’s direction until they were entwined, Jonah beneath Sacha’s arm with his head on Sacha’s chest. He danced his fingers on Sacha’s abdomen. It was a nice distraction from the faint headache blooming at Sacha’s temple. He closed his eyes, letting himself drift.Just for a moment. Then I will leave.