Page 95 of Devil's Kiss

Jordan pursed his lips as he thought that over and then grinned, deciding to take the compliment as he turned on the balls of his feet. “I’ll be back. I’m going to shower, and you, my filthy-mouthed friend, know where the other bathroom is. You may go and use that.”

“I can’t use yours?”

Jordan aimed a look over his shoulder as he continued walking through to the bathroom. “No. I don’t shower with people who call me arrogant.”

As he stepped inside, he heard Derek shout, “I also said you were a phenomenal?—”

Jordan slammed the bathroom door before Derek could finish, but not before he could hide his laughter.

Punk.

AFTER WASHING UP,Jordan strolled back into his bedroom and eyed Derek where he was stretched out as though he hadn’t moved. The damp hair, however, proved otherwise.

“So, can I ask you a question?” Jordan asked, and threw his towel over the chaise. “I was thinking about it in the shower, and it’s something I’ve always wanted to know but never really thought it was my place to ask.”

As Jordan came around the side of the bed, Derek rolled to his stomach, and the view of all that taut skin on display was too much to resist. Jordan climbed into bed and scooted in until he was practically glued to Derek’s side, and then he flung one of his legs over Derek’s to settle it between his thick outstretched thighs. He put a hand under his cheek and waited for Derek to look him in the eye.

“You,Jordan Devaney,held back on something you want to know? That’s fucking shocking.”

“I’ll have you know, there’s a lot of things about me that I’m sure would shock you.”

“Oh, I have no doubt.”

Refusing to be distracted, Jordan shifted closer. He’d wanted the answer to this question ever since he’d met Derek, so there was no way he was going to miss out on the opportunity to ask now that he had him there pliant and relaxed.

“So…” he started, and then frowned.

“Are you nervous?”

“No.”

“Youarenervous,” Derek teased, immediately raising the hackles on Jordan’s back.

“I amnotnervous, I just?—”

“What?”

“Oh, fine,” he finally said. “You and Daniel, were you ever…” He left the obvious interpretation of what he meant hanging in the air.

Derek eyed him with great consideration and then raised an eyebrow. “Were we ever…?”

Jordan bristled at being the object of Derek’s amusement. He pushed up on his hand and glowered at the man now laughing up at him.

“Youknowwhat I mean.”

“Oh, right. You mean running buddies?” Derek asked, and flashed a grin that had Jordan shoving his shoulder. But before he could retract his hand, Derek took hold of it and tackled him so that Jordan was underneath him. Jordan squirmed halfheartedly, and when it was clear he was going nowhere, he stopped and decided his next best option was to glare Derek to death.

“You’re really damn cute when you’re pissed off.”

“You didn’t think I was too cute earlier when I had my?—”

“Uh uh,” Derek said, and cut him off by pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You asked me a question.”

“And you were a shit about it. So what’s new?”

Derek rocked his hips against Jordan, and he spread his thighs, letting the infuriating man settle between his legs.

“Aww, and now you’re pouting. See? Cute. Wrap your legs around me. I like how it feels.”