Page 92 of At The End Of The Day

A shoulder rolled nonchalantly. “Well, I look at her as my own.”

His brows lifted and he gulped, loudly. “So, uh, ahem. Hav-Have you…always…had a thing for me?”

The question took me by surprise, freezing my blood flow instantly. I coughed and thumbed my nose. “I dunno. I’ve actually asked myself that a couple times since Georgia. When you got busted for jacking that car, I damn near went mad with panic at just the thought of you getting locked up. It was a no brainer to take your place. Ain’t no way in hell I coulda lived with myself if you was in that cell.”

He paused to stare at me ruefully, his brows lifted.

Another example occurring to me, I said, “The guy in jail?” I cast a sideways glimpse his way. “Looked and acted just like you and he turned me on so damn much.”

His eyelids rounded just a moment before he masked his thoughts. Clearing his throat, he began wrapping another plate. “And he’s the only one you messed around with, other than me and Billy.”

“Mm hm.”

“Why…ahem…me?”

My blood was heating up, thawing the shocking ice. Excitement quickening my pulse, I flashed a half-smile and tilted my head. “You’re strong. Loyal. Smart. Formidable.”

He was breathing faster, his complexion darkening, his profile still to me. No longer packing, he was just standing there, gripping the plate partially wrapped in a dish cloth.

I scooted closer, my tone husky. “You’re fierce. You’re a fighter. You’re a man of action, not words.”

His lashes lowered, his chin dipping so a lock of hair fell over his brow.

Gently nudging his side to make him face me, I muttered quietly, “And you gotta be one of the sexiest motherfuckers I ever seen.”

A sudden breath pulled through his nostrils and hitched the back of his throat, causing his Adam’s apple to lurch. “You think I’m sexy?”

“Oh, hell yeah, baby. You are fucking gorgeous.” Not even looking, I knew by the gloss in his irises, he was hard, so I cupped the bulge with a firm squeeze. His chest puffed out with a shallow inhale, his nostrils flared. “And your cock is fucking perfection. It fits my ass like it was made just for me, and you taste so goddamn good, baby.”

His brows lifted and he groaned, the dish clattering to the butcher block. “Fuck, Vinny.”

Smirking, my head tilted. “Mm, now that’s a pretty good idea. I think you should definitely fuck Vinny.”

He groaned a second time as I swept forward and claimed a heated kiss while continuing to rub his dick. Out of nowhere, he was frantic, grasping at my jeans, yanking and tugging in desperation to unfasten them. I grabbed his wrists, however, and pushed them aside.

Breaking away, panting, he frowned. “What?”

Grinning, I nipped his bottom lip. “Like I said, delicious. I wanna taste you before you fuck me.”

His expression fell and he swallowed hard. “Fuck, yeah. Oh, shit, Vinny.”

Smirking again, I started to squat while tugging down his sweats. Gently scattering kisses here and there, I would add a flick of my tongue or playful bite as I traveled lower. At his navel, I paused to swirl my tongue. Completely unexpectedly, he hauled off and socked the side of my head and stumbled away, laughing.

“Ow, what the fuck, Dash?” I blasted, bounding to my feet and holding my ear.

He gawked, his eyes bulging. “Oh, shit, babe. Are you okay? I’m sorry. That tickled, it was just a reaction.”

Doing a doubletake, I stared at him in disbelief. “That tickled?”

“I mean?” His shoulders curled to his ears, his hands splaying out. “I guess?”

“You’re ticklish?”

“I dunno? I mean, apparently there, I am. Dunno, no one’s ever done some of the things you do. That was new to me.”

That one statement made me fall more in love with him. He may have had a lot more lovers than me, but in some manners, he was just as starved for true affection as I was.

Though my ear was still tingling and ringing, I cocked a brow and slowly approached. Every step forward I made, he retreated one, his eyelids wide. “So, you dunno if you’re ticklish?”