Page 80 of Hamartia

“That picture of you on your Instagram.” I cover my eyes with my free hand. “The one where you’ve got a skirt on. And stockings.” I peek through my fingers to see his reaction and I know right away I made the right call. He gives me this fucking smirk. One that makes the low thrum of heat at the base of my spine pulsate. I decide to keep going. “What were you wearing underneath?”

“I don’t know what picture you are talking about.” The lie makes his mouth look downright sinful. His lips pouty and pink. Fuckable. I think about how good it was to see my dick moving in and out of that mouth and I almost groan out loud.

“You know what picture I’m talking about. Your hair is silver. You’re staring at the camera like you want to fuck it, and you’re wearing a fucking skirt.”

“It was a kilt,” he says airily. “A traditional garment from Scotland.”

“What were you wearing underneath this traditional garment from Scotland?” I ask, letting my fingers drift back down to my sweats-covered cock.

“What do you think I was wearing?” He lowers his body down the bed, settling his head on the pillow and lifting the phone up. “Surely you don’t think I was naked? At a photoshoot? At work?”

“I was hoping you might have been…” I swallow.Fuck, Raphael. You fucked this guy a few days ago. You had your cock in his fucking ass. You can certainly tell him that the idea of him wearing lingerie turns you on.“Then I thought about you in, I don’t know…something lacy maybe. Something feminine.”

His eyebrows shoot to his hairline before he blinks, his expression smoothing, and then he’s smiling like a sexy as fuck version of the Cheshire cat. “Raphael Scott. I had no idea you were so…kinky. That is the word, yes?”

“I’m not kinky.You’rekinky. You’re wearing lace fucking stockings, Jae.”

“And you find them sexy.”

“I find you wearing them incredibly sexy.”

“And you’d find me in lingerie sexy too.” It’s not even a fucking question. He states it like it’s fact. Itisfact. “Or maybe it is the skirt?”

He’s still smiling and damn I really love his smile when it’s like that, all loose and open. Everything with Jae is so careful and precise, executed with thought, but not this smile. I really want to be the only person he smiles at like that.

“It’s all of it. It’s you and all of it.”

His smile falls a little, then changes into something else. Something warmer, less flirtatious.

“I wish you were here,” he says, in a low soft tone that pulls that same longing from my chest.

“I do too.”

“It is not so long until Tokyo,” Jae says.

It’s not, but it also is.

When I don’t answer Jae adds, “You still want to meet me there?” The uncertainty in his eyes makes him look younger. Vulnerable.

“Yeah, of course. I’m coming. I’ll look at flights tomorrow.”

The relief is clear on his face and he’s soon smiling again.

After a moment, he says, “I was wearing, how do you call them, undershorts. White undershorts.”

“Well that’s disappointing.” I sigh and he pretends to be insulted. I’m still hard though. “What about now? You wearing undershorts now?”

He shakes his head, licking his tongue slowly over his lips. “I’m wearing…” He looks down at himself. “Nothing but a towel now. What about you?”

“Um, grey sweats. Nothing else.”

“It is warm there? In LA?”

“It’s colder than any December I can remember since I moved here, but still warm.”

He nods. “Don’t catch a cold.”

I smile. “That’s not about to happen anytime soon, don’t worry. I’m still hot from my workout and you’re basically naked. I feel like I’m burning up, and I’m really fucking hard.”