He wrapped a hand around my waist, drawing me against him.
“Wait, are you hard right now?”
“You’re yelling at me. Am I not supposed to be?”
He leaned in and nipped just beneath my jaw, sending a jolt up my spine.
I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back.
“Ground rules. This is not a relationship. Nobody knows. It ends when the compound moves.”
“Counteroffer,” he drawled, his hands settling on my hips as if they’d been waiting this whole time. “All of that, sure. Plus, you keep pretending you hate me.”
“I do hate you.”
“See? Now you’re just flirting.”
I grabbed his jaw and static jumped the gap before I even touched him, a bright crackle off his skin, and the lamp guttered. His pupils blew wide, darkness consuming his irises, so I couldn’t forget he wasn’t entirely human.
“There she is,” he said softly.
“Shut up and fuck me, Perez.”
The bulb in the lamp flickered off.
The dark didn’t slow him down.
Shark. Great nightvision. Right.
Within about half a second, his mouth found the exact spot under my jaw where my pulse was giving me away, and he smiled against it.
“Your heart’s loud.”
“That’s adrenaline. Pre-terrorism nerves.”
“Sure.”
He tugged me down onto the bed and rolled, and I let him as his hips settled between my thighs.
“For the turtles.”
“For the turtles,” I agreed, and pulled his mouth onto mine.
His kiss was all lazy confidence until he felt an opening, and then he snapped, claiming my mouth and tongue with his. My shirt came off, and the whole time the charge was building under my skin, that crackling static everywhere we touched. Like my magic had been starving and knew it had been handed a buffet.
His hands mapped me like he was memorizing terrain. When his thumb dragged across my nipple, I let out an embarrassing sound.
“You like that?”
He did it again, watching my face this time, which was so much worse. I bit my lip to keep from reacting, and his brow furrowed. Then he ducked his head, replacing his thumb with his mouth, pulling my nipple deep between his lips until my stomach clenched.
I got a fistful of his damp hair and tugged, because if I let him set the pace he’d take all night and enjoy the leverage. This was business, and business had timelines.
“Look at you.” He chuckled, finally lifting his head. “So serious.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me, bruja.”
