I fist my hands by my sides so that I don’t end up punching him in the face for that comment. “Go buy a cactus, then shove it up your goddamn ass, you dickhead.”
His lips twitch. “I’m sorta on the clock here. Can we do that later, please?”
I glare at him. “Try acting sassy with me one more time and I’ll knee your balls all the way up to your throat.”
“So full of threats today,” he muses. “It suits you.”
“I wish I could say the same for you and your laughable attempt at being smug,” I say, then give him a tight-lipped smile.
He mock-frowns. “I can’t believe you’re the woman I’ve risked my head for on multiple occasions in my life. Just look at how you treat me. I’m truly flabbergasted by your behavior.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “How long did it take for you to learn how to pronounce that word?”
Utter amusement flashes across his sharp features as he blinks at me. “I’ll have you know that I’m very thorough with my vocabulary.”
“You use big words when you think you’re being complacent,” I remark. “It’s called being an arrogant prick, not thorough.”
He winks at me. “Makes sense for you to know what it’s called, doesn’t it?”
I smile at him, which disorients him a bit. “I’m two seconds away from smashing your head open with a shoe. Wanna try to make sense of that, Dorran?”
He grins again – this time in a way that makes a chill run up my spine. “And I’m merely a second away from turning you around, bending you over the dresser, and fucking you so hard, you’ll be raw and aching for days.”
My breath hiccups against my throat, and my core tightens as wetness pools between my legs at his words. But still, I scoff his way. “Bold of you to assume I’d let you,” I say.
He erases the short distance between us and brings his lips a feather’s breadth shy from mine. “Bold of you to assume I’d give up.”
Now it’s my turn to grin. “Oh, but I’d be positively anguished if you did.”
He chuckles, then presses a hard kiss on my lips. A droplet or two of cold water falls on my forehead, but I ignore it and open my mouth for him. The smell of his aftershave – a blend of pine and wood – hits my senses, drawing me closer to him.
His kisses are bruising, rough. Demanding. He sucks on my tongue, bites my lower lip, and then tugs at it, making me moan. I can barely breathe because of how close we are, and still, I match his fervor as I kiss him back.
Dorran runs his hands down my thighs and lifts my dress, and even though I’m lost in the taste of him, I manage to stop him from going any further. Again.
“I swear if you give me another stupid fucking reason right now, Cigs, I’ll lo–”
“Just shut up.”
He glowers down at me. “Say that again, and I’ll cut you open.”
“Charming.” I run my manicured nails over his collarbone, and watch as his abs contract in response.
“Cigs, I–”
“Drop your towel,” I command.
He makes as if to speak, but then stops himself and grabs the hooked edge of the towel. Keeping his eyes on me, he pulls at theedge, which results in the towel to slip down his waist and fall at his feet with a muted thud.
“Done,” he says a little hoarsely, and I notice a spark of curiosity in his midnight blues – as if he’s excited to see where this is going to go.
I bring a hand forward and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, and he in turn releases a shallow breath that brushes against the side of my face.
I move my hand upward, stroking him as I go, and press open-mouthed kisses on the space behind his ear, on his neck, and on his shoulder blade. Bringing my lips to the base of his throat, I suck on the damp skin there, then drag them over his prominent Adam’s apple, grinning when I feel him getting harder against my palm. Running the pad of my thumb over the veins on the underside of his thick length, I then tug at the curved barbell that is pierced around his swollen crown.
Dorran hisses, then moans when I start stroking him faster. It’s a lush sound – deep and maddening – and makes me press my thighs together in order to stop the dull ache I feel between them.
I watch as his pupils begin to dilate, and a flush creeps up on the smooth skin of his chest. I touch my lips to his, and he arches against me, making me smile.
