Page 36 of Best Served Cold

My first instinct was to jump back, but not because I was kissing a guy, or even because it was Zane.

The force of his kiss, the confidence radiating off him as he not only took control, but fought me for it, was so far removed from anything I’d experienced. Even his last kiss hadn’t been like this. That one had felt clinical and detached, this was angry and meant to hurt.

Zane made a low sound deep in his chest, almost a growl but not quite. My confused dick pulsed and went half hard.

Fuck that.

No way in hell was I letting him get the upper hand.

Grabbing his hips, I shoved him back. He faltered, but I managed to keep us upright as his back slammed against the side of the house.

He grunted, and the momentary pause in the action gave me the opportunity I needed to turn the tables on him.

Pressing my body against his, I deepened the kiss, chasing his tongue into his mouth and stroking it. He moaned softly, and the sound sent both my arousal, and my competitiveness, into overdrive.

Fuck yeah.

His big, hot body felt good against mine. My mouth tingled from the stimulation on my piercings, but the pleasure wasn’t just physical. The soul-deep sense of satisfaction from knowing I was turning Zane on was more powerful and addictive than anything I’d ever felt before.

I wanted more.

Needed it.

Zane’s kisses changed. They weren’t any less forceful, but his technique was messy and unpracticed, like he was a few seconds behind me and desperately trying to keep up.

Perfect.

Tearing my mouth from his, I kissed a line across his jaw. The scrape of stubble against my lips should have been weird as hell, but the slight sting felt good. My trail of kisses led to his ear.

“Ready to give up?” I rasped.

He sucked in a sharp breath in and arched into me. I drew his earlobe between my teeth and nibbled on it.

“Not a chance,” he growled, one hand closing over the back of my neck to lock me against him. “What about you?” He bumped his hips against mine.

The contact was fleeting and rough, but enough to send a flurry of pleasure up my shaft as my piercing was stimulated.

He did it again, then shoved his hand between us and rubbed his palm against my hard-on. He wasn’t being gentle, and fuck if I didn’t love it.

“You like that, hmm?” His amused chuckle cut through my haze. “I guess I won round one. I got you hard. Again.”

“I told you my piercing is sensitive,” I panted, shamelessly pressing against his hand.

“Wait, are you telling me you really did pierce your dick?” He paused his strokes and pulled back to look at me.

It took me a moment to realize I’d conceded.

“Why don’t you check for yourself?”

His eyes narrowed in his usual glare, but the effect was ruined by his kiss-swollen lips and wild eyes.

“What? Too much for you?” I taunted, sounding way more grounded and calmer than I felt. “It’s all good, Zaney. We both know you couldn’t get me off, even with my piercing. Better to quit while you’re ahead.”

Contempt flashed in his eyes. The hand behind my neck disappeared, and the next thing I knew, Zane was fumbling to get my belt open.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, my eyes on his hands as he whipped the leather free from my buckle.

“Now who’s the one who can’t handle it?” he mocked, popping my fly open. “You ready to give up?”

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