Pressing him up against the car’s steel door, I dipped my head down and captured his mouth with mine. Like I’d imagined, he did taste of cloves, sweet and spiced from fragrant smoke, but there was something else there, something so uniquely Jae I couldn’t put a name on it. I would imagine moonlight would taste of Jae, a heady slice of silver and darkness. Moonlight poured through a cup of espresso, because there was an echo of the sip he’d stolen from Tiff’s latte. I wanted to say fuck it all about the case and drag him into my—our bedroom. Nothing sounded better than stripping him bare and laying him out on the mattress, then taking my time making him mewl. Jae moved slightly under my touch, turning his face so his lips ran over my palms. The tip of his tongue sought out the lines on my hand, following the creases up until he found the V between my fingers. Licking at the web between my index and middle finger, he suckled me until I grew hard with the thought of that mouth… those sweet lips… curled around my cock and my hands wrapped tight with strands of his black hair.
