Page 83 of Dance of Defiance
“What?” he growls, then gasps when I slide over to him, give his ass another firm grab, and kiss him hard.
“Nothing,” I murmur against his mouth, grinning. “Just wondering when we can do that again.”
He flushes deeper. “But…I mean…we just…”
“I’mready for round two,” I growl. “You?”
He doesn’t immediately roll his eyes, or frown, or start going to the usual “I’m not gay” place.
“Well?”
His throat works. “M-maybe,” he says quietly.
My dick swells instantly.
Fuck yeah.
I groan, spinning him and pinning his hips to the countertop. I push him forward, making his hands go flat against the mirror as I grind my dick on his ass. “I’ve gottonsmore to show you.”
His eyes roll back, his breath catching and that sexy fucking moan falling from his lips. I slide my hand around to his front.
“Already hard again,” I groan, stroking his erection. “Fuck, wreckage, I’m going to devour?—”
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
He shifts, and I let him half turn, though I keep him pinned between me and the counter.
“What?”
His brow furrows. “Wreckage. Or you’ve saidlittlewreckage before, too.” His frown deepens. “It feels like you’re low-key insulting me.”
“It’s not a diss,” I murmur, grabbing his waist and pinning him to the counter.Fuck, I love the feel of his fucking abs and the way his muscled, grooved hips coil under my touch.
“So what the fuck is it supposed to?—”
“Because you wreck me.”
Roman goes still. He blinks, and I watch his throat bob. “W-what?”
“You,” I growl, jabbing a finger into his chest, “wreckme. Hence, little wreckage.”
“I’m six-foot-four,” he grumbles.
“Yeah, ‘little’ isn’tliteral, asshole,” I grin. He gasps when I slide a hand between us to cup his thick erection. “I mean…obviously.”
Roman turns beet red.
Yeah, BLUSH for me, baby.
“It’s a term of endearment.”
His dark eyes hold my blues, his lip retreating between his teeth again.
“It sounds…”
“Adorable. Yes.”
He glowers. “I don’twantadorable. Or cute. Or...terms of endearment.”
