Wicked Lies by Karina Cooper

Author:Karina Cooper [COOPER, KARINA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-02-13T00:00:00+00:00

THIS WAS IT. This was the one.

Danny didn’t need witchcraft or signs or portents to know it. He didn’t even need his grandmother’s advice. Nothing about this made Danny question what-ifs or possibilities. He knew.

Jonas was his one.

They made it to the bathroom, somehow managed to find the shower before Jonas’s clever fingers wrapped around Danny’s cock and he lost all sense of time or reason again. And then again on the living room floor, because watching the entertainment feeds wasn’t nearly as interesting as the bone-deep need Danny felt to explore every inch of Jonas’s body.

Crooked in places, yes. Scarred, thin—too thin, even, but nothing some solid meals wouldn’t cure—and battered; but God, Jonas was strong. So much will locked behind those owlish glasses. Those beautiful green eyes with the dark brown rims.

And Jonas was more than strong enough to pin Danny to the floor when Jonas had enough of Danny’s teasing, take his turn to drive Danny out of his mind. To leave him gasping, practically begging until pleasure overtook him and he moaned Jonas’s name on a ragged edge of satisfaction. Only then did Jonas let himself go over.

Danny wasn’t new at this. He knew.

Now he lay in a sweaty heap on the floor, Jonas collapsed across his back. His breath warmed Danny’s shoulder, as fast and labored as Danny’s was. As shocked.

Good sex wasn’t anything new, either. But this—Jonas. It blew everything he’d ever had out of the water. Didn’t even come close.

This could be love.

Jonas stirred, his hips twisting as he pushed off Danny’s back. The arm in his peripheral vision flexed with the kind of ropy muscle developed from everyday use; he noticed Jonas carried a lot of his own weight on his shoulders and arms. It took the strain off his legs, maybe.

Danny sighed as Jonas got to his feet, rolling over to prop his head on one hand. Unabashed, he watched Jonas limp to the tangled pile of denim on the floor. He crouched, one leg tilted awkwardly, and Danny hissed out a breath as his previously sated body twitched appreciation.

Never enough.

Jonas pulled on his pants with sharp, jerky motions. “I think it’s safe to say you’re feeling better,” he said. That sweet, post coital glow rippled into the first inklings of worry. He couldn’t be sure, but when Jonas spoke in that breezy, everything is A-okay way of his, it wasn’t right.

Wasn’t him.

Danny sat up. Didn’t miss the way Jonas’s gaze slid sideways to watch him do it.

“What’s going on?” he asked. And then flinched as it came out sharper than he’d meant. Way to sound like a child.

Jonas stiffened. “Nothing’s going on.” He tossed Danny his jeans, reached out and hooked both discarded shirts in his fingers. Danny caught the flailing denim, his throat closing.

Lie.

He stepped into the jeans, cheeks burning. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh, Jesus.” Jonas pulled his shirt over his head, yanked it down. “I need my glasses.”

Danny made no effort to catch the sweatshirt chucked his way.

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