J.R. Gray’s upcoming novel is releasing on 26 Feb 2018, and I have a delicious little sneak peek for you.
“Don’t hide what you are.” He brushed the backs of his fingers over Titus’ jaw before dropping his hand back to his knees.
Titus sat back against the chair and scrubbed a hand down his face. “I have to be able to hide it. I have to continue to live here.”
“You don’t have to. You have so many options.”
“I don’t know what my options are or what I want to do.”
“Is that why you keep getting that look on your face?” Angel asked.
Angel screwed up his face. He looked a bit like a deer in headlights or like he’d just seen a ghost.
“I’m waiting for them to catch us,” Titus admitted.
“What are they going to catch us doing? We are just talking.”
“I admitted what I am. Out loud, more than once. I just feel like they are going to be listening and bust in here.” Titus shrugged. He didn’t know what to think anymore. He didn’t know what to believe anymore.
“Do you really think they are listening to you?” Angel started to look around, all paranoid.
“I don’t know,” Titus said almost frantic and pulled his knees into him, pressing his face on the top of them. “I wouldn’t put anything past them with the things I’ve seen.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t talk then.”
Titus looked up. “Like write notes back and forth or something?”
Angel was up on his knees, and he took Titus’ face in his hands. Titus’ heart sped up, and the scene from his workshop replayed in his head. Angel didn’t move. He looked into Titus’ eyes. Titus needed something to happen. More than this moment frozen in time. He wanted Angel to either put space between them or kiss him, but the wait was going to make his heart explode.
“Is this okay?” Angel asked.
“Is what okay?” Titus had a hard time getting words out. He had a hard time making his brain function with Angel’s hands on him.
Angel laughed and scooted his body closer so their legs were pressed together. “Me touching you.”
“Yes,” his voice was unsteady.
“What about this?” Angel put his other hand on the side of Titus’ neck.
“Sure.” Titus swallowed past the lump in his throat, and was happy for the way he was sitting, because he was as hard as he’d ever been in his entire life. Harder maybe.
“What about this,” Angel whispered over his lips and then brought them together.
This wasn’t like back at his workshop. Angel parted his lips, and used his tongue. Titus was left trying to keep up. As soon as he got the hang of something Angel would change it. He’d done a little necking with girls, but this was completely different. He hadn’t been turned on while kissing those girls. It was more like something to do just to try it, but this was heat and his entire body reacted. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t flushed and on fire.
Angel’s fingers slid around to the back of his neck and tightened, keeping Titus close. He grabbed Angel’s bicep, needing something to hold on to so he didn’t spin out of control. Angel seemed to like it, groaning into his mouth. It spurred Titus on. He wrapped his other arm around Angel’s back, desperate to feel more of him.
There was a fire demon inside him demanding more and he wanted nothing but to listen.