Page 16 of Isaiah and Jameson
“I was just thinking that about you.” He pressed his lips to Isaiah’s, giving him a few drops. Isaiah whimpered, opening up to him like a dream. Yes.
Jameson took the kiss deep for single moment, one human heartbeat.
Isaiah accepted him, then backed away, eyes wide. “I—”
He put two fingers against Isaiah’s lips. “We’re just sharing.”
“Right. I wasn’t ever intended to…Right. Just sharing.” He could almost see Isaiah lecturing himself.
“Maybe you need to stop thinking about what you were meant to do. Clearly things have changed.” He let his fingers wander, stroking the skin just above Isaiah’s collar.
“They have, and I’m…I have to learn how to be stronger, braver.”
“Or maybe fake it.” Jameson winked, inviting Isaiah to share his laughter.
“With me, yes, but that’s okay. I only have to make an appearance four or five times a year.”
“I really can help with that. If nothing else I can give you the confidence of having someone besides just Jamie at your back. I’m here for you and no one else.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you’re here.” Isaiah looked around his room and nodded. “It’s a good place, here. Comfortable.”
“I like it.” He grabbed Isaiah’s hand, toying with those long fingers.
“Good. What do you do with your free time? I mean, when you’re not dancing with me?”
“I love to read. I like silly action movies. I can run for hours.” He would just get on a treadmill and go because the world of the vampire was pretty narrow in the modern universe. Jameson had to work off energy.
“I’m a reader too. You have access to the library, and if you can’t find it, you can ask. I may have it.”
“Thank you.” A library. He’d used the public kind often in his life.
“Of course. This is your place too, naturally.”
“Is it? So what can I get away with?” He let a little of his wicked show.
“You look naughty. There’s no naughtiness here.”
“None at all?” He chuckled softly. “I might have to work to change that.”
“None. I don’t think it’s allowed.” Isaiah actually laughed.
“Can I try?” He leaned close again, hand on Isaiah’s chest.
“Try?” Isaiah’s nipples tightened under the thin shirt he wore.
“Naughtiness. You inspire me. I’ll chance getting hit by lightning.” He took another kiss, opening Isaiah’s lips with his tongue and demanding entrance.
Isaiah’s eyes flew open wide, staring right into him. Shock. Such adorable confusion.
His boy didn’t pull away, though, didn’t fight him. No, Isaiah opened up, fangs right there, waiting for the touch of Jameson’s tongue.
He stroked them, the needlelike fangs making him shiver. How perfectly luscious. He wanted to snap a little, to bite that lower lip, so he did.
Isaiah keened, hips snapping, the sudden scent of arousal in the air.
He’d known it. Known Isaiah needed not just touch and taste, but him. He understood how to make this man happy.
Isaiah stared at him, eyes shocked. “I should go. I’m so sorry.”
