Page 86 of Devil's Kiss

“How much stuff could you possibly have in there? We were only at your place for ten minutes.”

Jordan’s head popped up and he pointed an accusatory finger at Derek. “Listen here. If you expect me to walk to a destination in which I am going to sleep on theground, you best believe that I’m going to pack provisions to get me through the night.”

“Well, unless your bag comes equipped with a magical blow-up king-sized mattress, even your delicate ass is going to be sleeping on my sleeping bag with me.”

Jordan’s eyes shifted to the sleeping bag he’d rolled out and then came back to Derek. “I have no problems with that. Plus, if I get uncomfortable I’ll just lie all over you.”

“Why do I have a feeling you’ll be on top of me either way?”

“Because you’re a smart man and you know that’s exactly the way I like it.”

When Jordan winked, Derek just shook his head. Then he spotted a packet of Oreo cookies in his hand. Jordan and his sweets. The guy didn’t go anywhere without those or— “What is that?”

“This,” Jordan said, as he held up a palm-sized pouch and grinned, “is wine in a pouch.”

“Of course it is.”

“Well, you said we were coming out here for our second date and that you needed to talk and relax, and to me that always includes?—”

“Wine and Oreo cookies?”

“Hello, it’s a dessert wine. Something sweet and something to relax the bones…”

“I can think of something else that would relax me just as effectively.”

“I’m sure you can. You have averyperverted mind.”

Jordan zipped up his bag then stepped over it to come and sit beside him. He offered Derek an Oreo, and when he pulled a face, Jordan screwed his nose up. “I still think you’re a weirdo for not liking the sweet stuff.”

“Well, I like you, so…I’m pretty sure we solidified my weird factor somewhere back in my first semester of college.”

Jordan pulled the chocolate cookie sandwich apart and made an illicit showing of tonguing the cream-filled center before popping the cookie part into his mouth.

As he chewed, he nodded, agreeing. “You know. First time I saw you, I wanted to run my tongue over every single one of your tattoos that I could see. Amongotherill-advised things. God, from the get-go I knew you were trouble.”

Derek faced him, and Jordan shrugged unapologetically. “What? As if you don’t know that by now. It was the first thing I did that night after?—”

“The commencement ceremony? I remember. You drove me crazy that night.”

“Mhmm,” Jordan said. “You held out pretty good, all things considered.”

“Pretty good?” Derek said. “I didn’t come until you’d tongued every damn inch of me and your cock was inside massaging my prostate. Considering I’d been fantasizing about you riding me for years, I deserve a fucking medal for not shooting my load the second you traced your finger across my ass.”

Jordan’s mouth hung open after Derek’s little speech, and then he reached between his legs and palmed himself. “Fond memory of yours?”

“One of my fucking favorites.”

“Actually, speaking of tattoos that I’ve tongued, you owe me,” Jordan said with a grin.

“How do you figure that?”

“You told me I could run around naked once I got down here, and that you would too if I didn’t complain about how long it took to get here.”

“I hardly think a fifteen-minute walk is too long.”

“Of course you don’t. You run fifty miles a day,” Jordan said as he got to his feet and started to unbuckle his belt.

“I don’t run fifty miles.”