His cheeks pinken, but like when I licked him, he doesn’t fight me. He remains still. I move even closer, until our lips graze against each other’s.
“Stop it,” he demands, pulling back.
“Bet those lips feel as good on my mouth as they felt on my cock,” I breathe, staring at their perfect arches. “But you don’t get to have this yet, wifey.”
“Good because I don’t want them. Ever.”
“You want a lot more than that.” I rock my hips, pleasuring myself against him. “You want to know what my tongue will feel like against your ass, how good I’ll be at opening you up and making you take me fully.”
“Never.”
“Liar.”
“I’m straight.”
“I still don’t give a shit.”
I lean in like I’m about to kiss him, which as predicted, makes him pull away, giving me the upper hand. Using my weight, I push up, thrusting hard enough to shift his balance. I roll on top of him, where I belong. He’s still holding my wrists, trying for an advantage, which makes me laugh.
“If I hadn’t spent all my energy on my jog, I’d be kicking your ass right now.”
“I see I’ve already got you thinking about my ass. We’re getting close.” I breathe in another whiff of coconut.
“Can we call a truce, and you get the hell off me?” he pushes.
“I’m not the one who started this.”
“You’re the one who broke into my room and attacked me in the shower.”
“I was let into the room, and I pulled you from the shower. Thenyouattackedme.”
He glares at me, though I don’t care how he feels about any of it; I know I’m right.
“If I let you go, promise not to hit me?”
He hesitates before conceding. “Okay. Just get the fuck off.”
“Not the way I want to get off, but fine.” I release and crawl off him.
He huffs and gets up, giving me a chance to get another full view of that beautiful body I’ve been deprived of since I had himin my study, when I could have done whatever the hell I wanted to him and there wasn’t a damn thing he could’ve done about it.
He grabs his towel, immediately blocking my view before turning to me.
I hold my hand out for him to help me up, and he folds his arms.
“You’re going to make every moment difficult, aren’t you?” I ask.
“You’re not exactly making this easy.”
I push to my feet, appreciating the adrenaline he’s got pulsing through me and the thick erection he’s worked up. And I can’t help but notice the tent in his towel.
“What’s that?” I ask.
He glances around uneasily. “What?”
“Ah, now I know why you grabbed that towel so fast.”
His jaw clenches.
