Page 151 of King of Pain

Ant gives him a sheepish smile. “I'm sorry.”

Jason looks down, nods once. “Don't be. I'm gonna get out of the rain. I paid for everything, and they’re bagging up your food to go. I’ll grab something else at the hotel.”

“Thank you, Jason. I’ll fill you in later.”

Jason waves it off. “Have a good night. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

He turns, jogging off toward a sleek black car waiting at the curb. The driver opens the door, and then he’s gone.

I turn back to Ant.

“We really need to get out of the rain. We should—”

“Take me home,” he interrupts.

I blink. “Oh. Okay. I walked here, though. We can go get my car—”

He grabs me by the front of my soaked shirt and yanks me close. “I said, take me home, sexy.”

My mouth opens. Nothing comes out.

He smirks. “Go inside and grab the food. I'm starving. I’ll be in my car.”

I don’t even answer. I just bolt toward the restaurant.

His laugh chases me through the rain.

I’m still dripping wet, clutching takeout bags as I swing open the car door and toss them in the back then settle into the passenger seat.

“Hey, this is a nice car—” I start to say, but I don’t even get the words out.

Ant’s on me.

He’s climbing over the console like a man possessed, straddling me in one smooth motion and grabbing the back of my head. And then he kisses me.

Fuck.

His lips claim mine and everything else disappears. I grunt in surprise, but my hands fly to his waist because they’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I left.

And now that I know what he tastes like?

I’m never going to be able to stop.

When he pulls back, both of us gasping, my vision tunnels in on him. On his blown pupils, the flush on his cheeks, the way he’s grinding down on my lap like he belongs there.

He fucking does belong there.

My cock is throbbing against my jeans, painfully hard, and he’s not doing a damn thing to help that.

“Oh, holy fuck,” I breathe.

He presses his forehead to mine, tethering his fingers through my wet hair and tugging just enough to make my vision scramble.

“Your hair,” he murmurs.

I just stare, completely captivated by this side of him.

“It’s so much longer,” he says, voice laced with lust. “So thick. It’s fucking hot. I want to pull it while I do unspeakable things to you.”