“Deadly serious. You’re going down, my friend.”
He moved like a panther, fast and sleek. I found myself flat on my back on the couch in fits of giggles, with Joz looming over me.
“Going down on me is not what I had in mind. Not yet, anyway.”
“Spoilsport.” He reached down and smoothed my hair off my face, his touch gentle. “Okay, dance off it is. I hope you’re prepared to lose gracefully.”
I pushed up on to my elbows. “I never lose. Graceful or otherwise.”
“First time for everything.”
Lithe, he jumped off the couch and reached out a hand to me before pulling me to my feet. I raised my arms overhead, threaded my fingers, and cracked my knuckles. “Twenty-eight minutes, stud. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
He grabbed his phone and tapped on the screen. The opening beats of his song choice filled the room, his cocky grin loaded with confidence.
Poor baby. Still, they said losing built character. He’d thank me later.
I flopped onto the couch, rubbing my stomach. “That was outstanding, Raynor. Who knew a rock god could cook?”
His gaze traveled the full length of my body, slow and hot. “I can do more than cook.”
“Oh, I agree. Shame dance offs don’t make the list of your accomplishments.”
He crossed his arms and stood on either side of my legs, trapping me in place. “As there was no independent judge present, it’s moot who actually won.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” I grinned, making an L sign with my thumb and forefinger. “Loser.”
His head tipped to one side. “You’re a brave woman, Spitfire.”
“How so?”
“Because you’re in a vulnerable position, and I’m salty from my supposed loss, and as a man, I need to regain the upper hand.”
“Hmm.” I tapped a finger against my lips. “You could always beat your chest. That’s what the cavemen did, right?”
“They did. But I prefer this.”
I had no idea how he did it, but somehow, I found myself dangling upside down, with his arm braced behind my thighs and my pelvis wrapped around his shoulder. Predictably, he slapped my ass, and he wasn’t gentle about it, either.
“Every slap you give me, I’m going to give you two.” I whacked his butt, one on each cheek. The angle was all wrong for me to put my weight behind it, but I did my best.
“You’re on.” He marched to the bedroom, smacking me in time to his pace. Soon, I couldn’t keep up, so I resorted to giggling instead. Considering how the day had begun, I sure was enjoying how it was about to end. After such a heavy talk, it warmed my heart to see him smile.
Dropping his shoulder, he plunked me onto the bed, the sheets still ruffled from our earlier sexathon. He flipped open the button on his jeans and tugged down the zipper. I caught a glimpse of hard flesh and silver barbels. Commando. I approved.
“Take your knickers off, and pull my shirt over your tits but leave it on.”
“I don’t remember putting you in charge.”
“You didn’t. I’m taking it. Now, take them off, or I’ll rip them off. Your choice.”
“Also, knickers is such an odd word.”
He growled a warning. “Aspen.” Reaching into his jeans, he released his cock. I ran my thumb over the tip. He gave a little shudder. I pulled my panties down a few inches, but I didn’t take them off as he’d instructed. I liked the idea of him taking charge, but I wasn’t going to make it easy on him. He grabbed them by the waistband and yanked them down my legs, then tossed them over his shoulder. “Better.”
“So impatient.”
“Open your legs wide as you can. Let me see your cunt. Is it dripping for me?”
