And that surprisingly…didn’t terrify him.
No, he felt something altogether different.
He was feeling real affection toward Julien. Not just lust, which was powerful in and of itself, but actual affection. Like he wanted to make that mouth smile and those eyes sparkle for the rest of his life. He wanted to shake up this man’s perfect world completely.
Shit, he was in real trouble here.
Julien stepped back. “Let’s go clean up those scratches.”
Emory just nodded, too shaken up to speak in that moment.
Chapter Eleven
Julien
His perfectly ordered life was…off. And it was all due to the angel currently awake in his living room. Julien, in his bedroom, could occasionally hear him moving about downstairs, since his room was right over that area.
He should have been sleeping.
Instead, he was staring into the darkness and thinking about a kiss that had been better than all his past sexual experiences combined. He’d had good sex, but nothing had ever felt this…urgent. Like he had to have his hands on Emory or he’d lose his mind. He wanted to explore that body so badly he couldn’t find his usual razor-sharp focus, and he didn’t like the feeling at all.
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.”
