Chapter 93

“I meant what I said,” Sasha went on. “We can figure this out together. Your friend told you I could help, right? I’m not about to make a liar out of a trained psychic.”

Nathan sighed in Sasha’s hold. “She said you could help me, not Jim.”

Sasha was silent in reply, thoughtful. He pulled away from Nathan but his hands moved up to Nathan’s shoulders. The natural heat in the incubus’ skin always surprised Nathan, especially in the touch of his hands. Sasha held Nathan’s neck and the curve of his face, and leaned in, claiming a kiss with his lips pressing to Nathan’s gently.

The reality that he was standing there in just his boxers brought a small flutter to Nathan’s stomach that lurched abruptly when Sasha moved in closer. Their bodies connected and Nathan instinctively pressed his hips forward.