Jagged Edge

I grab two glasses from the shelf by the door and pour us two fingers each, then walk over to him. He straightens at my approach, his gaze sliding from the glasses to my face, and he starts to strip off his jacket.

It’s an actual strip-tease, sparse and minimal and thoroughly masculine. My mouth goes dry when he pulls the flaps open, one by one, his eyes never leaving mine. He lifts his shoulders as he pulls the jacket off them… then lets it fall to the floor.

Damn. I’ve seen him dressed in just a tank top before, but the first time I was angry as all hell with him, and it was years ago. The second was at the bar on my birthday, but from a distance, and the other day he’d been drenched and nearly hypothermic, and in need of help.

But now...

Now he tilts his head to the side, silky black hair falling in his face, silver hoops glinting in his ears. He looks very… elfin like this. Is that a word? Like a dangerous, sexy dark elf come to break me.

With his tight, black tank top and jeans over slim hips and broad shoulders, his combat boots with silver chains looped over them and his long-lashed, chocolate eyes, he’s pushing every damn button in me.

I can’t remember the last time I was so hard. I’m dizzy with all the blood flowing south. All I want is to slam him into the wall and fuck his mouth with my tongue, then maybe my dick, and then—

“Thanks,” he says smoothly, taking one of the glasses I forgot I had in my hands and gulping down the Jack. He coughs, then grins and wipes his mouth on his forearm.

And I’m still staring, dammit.

Tearing my gaze away, I swallow my Jack, and it goes down like sweet fire, the heat spreading to my limbs and down my back, relaxing muscles I hadn’t realized had been pulled taut like violin strings. I pass the glass to my left hand and flex the right, feeling the sting in my knuckles.

“This is damn good stuff,” Jason drawls, and I realize my mistake the moment I look back at him because he’s licking his lips. He smirks at me, letting a hint of fang show.

He takes another sip and bares his teeth. Never realized how sharp his teeth look. A grin full of bite, and a bolt of heat rushes straight to my dick.

What the fuck, right? I don’t get it, but my dick likes Jason’s grin. Judging from its hard, hot and wet state, my dick likes it a lot.

Likes it even more when he tugs his tank top up and runs his sweating glass over his hard stomach, leaving a trail of moisture from his hard abs to his navel and lower, all the way to the button at the front of his pants.

I swallow hard. What is he doing to me? It’s like magic. A black spell.

He lifts the damn glass back to his lips and drinks. I watch his throat work as he takes a gulp, watch as he lowers the glass, empty now, and a flush spreads on his cheekbones, making his eyes glitter.

Hot damn. I step closer, drawn to him in spite of myself, wondering at the dark line of ink on his neck that I never noticed before.

“Gonna fuck me?” he asks, and I open my mouth to send him to hell, but what comes out is not that.

“Yeah,” I say, and I barely recognize my voice. “I’ll pay.”

“You’d better.” He winks and takes the glass from my hand, placing both his and mine down on the floor. “Next time.”

Next time?

Holy shit, what am I doing? I can’t even remember what I brought him here to discuss, what questions I wanted to ask.

I shake my head, open my mouth again to set things right, but he’s already unbuttoning my shirt, the feel of his rough finger pads on my bared skin sending sparks down my nerves, down my spine. He pushes the light material off my shoulders, and I throw the shirt away impatiently. My skin is burning.

And I need to see him, touch him.

“Strip,” I hear a hoarse voice command, and realize it’s mine. “Take it all off.”

Something like surprise flickers over his handsome face, and I notice a trace of eyeliner over his eyes. He rolls one shoulder in a shrug and grabs the hem of his tank top, pauses for a moment, his gaze holding mine before he complies.

My breathing accelerates. The stretchy material slides up and up, revealing more ink and tight abs and then taut pecs with small brown nipples.

One of them is pierced with a small silver hoop.

God. Damn. I didn’t know I had a thing for piercings. Didn’t know I had a thing for anything at all. Though I sure have a thing for Jason.

I shut that thought down before it fully forms, because fuck, that’s crazy talk and implies things that aren’t true. Jason is just hot, and here, and I’m horny because I haven’t been laid in what feels like years.