Page 37 of Dance of Defiance
“I—I didn’tmoan?—”
“Yeah, you did,” he growls as his body sinks against mine, his body pressing on me as his fists go to either side of my head.
My muscles tighten. My pulse thrums and skips. And…oh God…my dick starts to get hard.
Really,reallyfucking hard.
I shake my head quickly, planting my hands on Val’s chest and shoving. “Get the fuck away from me,” I hiss.
But he doesn’t move. And honestly? My shove is weak as hell.
What the fuck is happening.
“I…I’m notgay,” I choke quietly, blinking rapidly against the unbroken blue glint of his eyes.
He lifts a shoulder. “Neither am I.”
“I mean Idon’tfuck guys.”
A smug grin tugs at his lips.
“Who saysyou’dbe doing the fucking?”
My pulse skips violently as heat crawls over my skin.
“I met yourgirlfriendout there,” Val drawls, his voice smoky and rough, sending sparks igniting through my senses.
“Fiancée,” I somehow blurt back. “I mean…almost fiancée. We’re not officially?—”
“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck.”
My heart races as he growls the words right in my personal space, his cedarwood, sage, and leather scent filling my nostrils.
He lets his hands drop. But he doesn’t move back a single inch from where his chest is pressed to mine.
“Lotta chemistry there between you two,” he says dryly. He smirks as his hands come to cup in front of his chest. “Tonsof chemistry,” he smirks.
“I’m surprised you even noticed,” I mumble.
“Yeah, what part ofbiare you not getting, man?”
I smirk. “Any hole's a hole, huh?”
“Your words,” he grins salaciously. Then he frowns. “To be honest, though, that sorta makes me sound like a whore.”
“Aren’t you?” I toss back. “Seems all I hear about you from Evie is how many fuck buddies you have.”
Val rolls his eyes. “And you’re out there living a chaste life, Roman?”
I flash a cocky grin. “I’m young, rich, and single. I do just fine.”
Val smirks. “Yeah? You fuck a lotta girls?”
I lift my shoulder. “Like I said, I do?—”
One minute I’mnotallowing a whimper—a fuckingwhimper—to escape my throat.
The next, Iam.
