“Slow,” Sasha said, as if maybe he wasn’t quite sure of the definition. Then he flashed a smile that looked almost like he was still sane. “Like when we first…started. Right?Slow,” he purred, leaning down to lick Nathan’s bottom lip, then the top one.
“Yeah, baby. Like when we first started. Stealing kisses behind Jim’s back.” Nathan grinned at the memory. Okay, so Jim had been a little wiser to what was going on than Nathan had wanted to admit, but it still had been thrilling, always afraid they’d get caught.
Gripping Nathan’s T-shirt at the collar, Sasha pulled, ripping it straight down the center like tissue paper.
“Need you so bad, Nate,” Sasha said again, hot on his lips as he bent for a kiss, a real kiss this time; tongue tangling with Nathan’s, teeth nearly gnashing together as the incubus seemed to try and crawl inside Nathan’s mouth and claim every last crevice as his own.