Page 68 of Devil's Kiss

But it was times like this, when Jordan was touching him, that made him feel like they were the only ones on the entire planet. That was when he wanted to shut his eyes, lie down, and surrender everything to him.

“Where have you been these past couple of months?” Jordan whispered.

“Why?” Derek asked. “Do you actually care?”

“Of course I care. God.”

“Well, how should I know, Jordan? You were pretty clear on the subject the last time I was here.”

Jordan dropped his wrist as if it had turned to flame. “That’s not fair. You blindsided me and you know it. Now take off your shirt.”

Derek wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but he figured that would be a waste of the delicious erection he was staring at. So instead, he reached for his top and drew it over his head. Once it was free, he tossed it aside and went for the zipper of his shorts.

“Are we ever going to be able totalkabout this, Derek?”

Derek shoved his shorts down to his knees and took hold of his painfully erect cock. He stroked it as Jordan took a step toward him, and when his eyes fell to what he was doing, Derek answered, “We might. But it’s not going to be now, and it certainly won’t be becauseyoudemand it. I’ll talk when I feel like talking.”

Before Jordan could anticipate the move, Derek lunged for him and grabbed his wrist, tugging him forward. Jordan speared his fingers into his hair for balance, then those same fingers twisted and yanked his head back.

“Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you? I didn’t say you could touch me.”

Uncaring of Jordan’s admonishment, Derek brought his other hand around to grab Jordan’s ass, and then he was moving to his feet, because while they would both get off on Jordan fucking him through a mattress, Derek sure as hell planned to make him work for it first.

“I don’t rememberaskingfor your permission.”

He hoisted Jordan up his body and felt the sharp bite of his teeth as Jordan sank them into his jaw. The guy wound his arms and legs around him like a fucking vine, then used his body as an anchor as he rolled his hips against Derek’s naked abdomen.

“Tell me where you went,” Jordan demanded again, nibbling on his earlobe as Derek walked around to the side of the bed.

“No.”

Jordan’s mouth opened as if he was about to say something more, but Derek cut him off. “Either let go of me or you’re gonna end up on your back, and we both know you hate that position.”

“In all fairness,” Jordan said, “I hatefuckingwhile in that position, if we’re going to get technical about it.Youin that position, however, I enjoy very much.”

Derek felt his balls tighten at the reminder of the many times he’d had this man inside him, but he wasn’t about to cave, so he went with it. “Fine. Have it your way.”

With Jordan wrapped around him, Derek fell to the mattress, his weight holding Jordan beneath him until— “Ouch.Motherfucker.”

He pushed up on his hands and glared at Jordan, who bared his teeth, the same ones that had just bitten his nipple, in a full-on hellcat grin. Before he could accuse Jordan of being a dirty fighter, he rolled out from under him and Derek gave up. He didn’t have it in him to fight this today. Jordan was too sleek and too damn quick, and hell, he wanted him too bad.

He lowered down to his stomach and grunted at the sublime feeling of the cool sheets against his eager cock. When the mattress shifted, he figured the slick glide of lube would be applied next, but instead, the bed dipped a second time, and then there was nothing.

Derek ground his teeth together, fighting back a shout of frustration as silence descended on the room. He then rolled to his back to search the space for Jordan.

Like a king watching over all he surveyed, he was seated on the plush chaise lounge, which must’ve been a recent purchase for the elaborate space, with his hands clasped behind his head, his tanned legs crossed at the ankles, and an erection that was primed and ready to fuck.

But looks could be deceiving. So very,very, deceiving. As was the case with them.

“What the hell are you doing?” Derek finally asked, even though it was pretty damn obvious. Jordan now had a firm grip of his dick and was leisurely stroking himself while Derek scowled at him.

“I believe they call it…wait…yes, masturbation. I know you’re familiar with the term.”

Damn know-it-all,Derek thought, as he collapsed back onto the bed. He reached down to his own agitated flesh and pressed his palm to it. He needed some friction there, and fast.

“I’ve missed you, Derek.”

“You mean you’ve missed fucking me,” he snapped back. “Because that’s all we used to do.”