Page 36 of Explosive Prejudice

“Llorón.”

“Just… feel me,” he whispered, leaning into my touch. With my eyes closed and my heart open, I traced every inch of his face. Getting a picture of who he was without seeing. And just like I figured, he was remarkable.

Slowly removing my hand from his cheek, I tangled my fingers in his hair. It was soft and long, smelling of his coconut shampoo. The sweet scent reminded me of the cocadas Mamá used to make when she was still alive, and the nostalgia made me want to play with his hair for hours. Still, I let go of it and moved to cup the back of his head, only so I could pull him closer to meet those perfect lips. And fuck if they weren’t the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. Opening his mouth for me, I greedily slid my tongue in and swirled it around his. A deep moan escaped him, and he shifted closer, his hands on my mask. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, not at all. It was all about lips biting, teeth clashing, and tongues, yet it was perfect. So fucking perfect I didn’t know what to do with myself. Kissing him was like kissing fire—trying to tame the untamable.

Despite being in my lap, he still fought for dominance, directing the kiss the way he wanted to. His lips tasted mine with starvation, while his mouth ravished me with the same hunger I shared.

Pulling back to catch a breath, I was about to open my eyes when he used his hand to cover them, reminding me where we were.

“Fuck,” he gasped, out of breath, grazing his lips against mine.

“Come here.” Snapping his hips, I rolled us over so I was lying between his legs while he was writhing beneath me. Fighting hard to keep my eyes closed, I took his lips again, exploring every part his mouth had to offer. He groaned, jerking his hips up and grinding his stiff cock against mine.

Absolutely consumed by this kiss, my body burned from the inside out. Feeling his perfect lips, hearing his desperate moans and gasps, and having him beneath me made me throb. But knowing this was going way too far, I pushed away and turned my back to him. Not because I didn’t want to see him, quite the opposite. I wanted to see him way too much but couldn’t afford it.

“Nero,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Did you put it back on?” Having my back to him pained me, and I was already dying to see him again.

“Yes,” he said after a minute had passed, and without lingering another second, I turned to face him. I knew kissing him was a mistake because now I couldn’t help but want to do it again, and again, and again.

Biting his lips, which were swollen from the kiss, he looked at me. His bashful expression was absolutely mind-blowing.

“Well, that was—”

“Hot?” I offered, and he laughed.

“Couldn’t agree more,” he said, then looked down at his body. “I guess I should take it off.” He was talking about the lingerie.

“That would be a shame.” I smiled and tried to reach for him, but he got up from the bed before I could.

“Nah-ah.” He gave me a sassy look over his shoulder and then started to strip out of my gift.

If I helped him into this sexy-as-fuck outfit, it was only fitting that I help him out of it, so I stood and came to assist him. Pushing his hands out of the way, I started to undo my work. After releasing the straps and removing the suspenders, I dropped to my knees and helped him with the stockings.

“What do I need to do if I want to kiss you again?” he asked.

I paused and looked up at him. “Was that a question?”

“Yes.”

A smile pulled on my lips, and I kissed his sculpted thigh before getting him out of those stockings and rising back to my full height. Looking down at him since he was at least three inches shorter, I pulled him closer.

“Come tomorrow and you’ll find out.”

Diesel

“For God’s sake, kid, if you’re crashing here for free, the least you can do is not use the blender so early in the morning,” Kai grunted as he joined me in the kitchen. With his longish blond hair sticking out in all directions, thick scruff, and eyes half closed, he looked like he could still use a couple more hours of sleep. He returned home later than I did last night after working in his restaurant, which explained why he looked like shit.

“It’s almost noon,” I said, pouring him a glass from the tahini-blueberry shake I’d just made. One of the perks of crashing at his apartment was that his chef fridge was always stocked with cool items.

“Still way too fucking early,” he yawned, taking the glass from me.

Waking up only twenty minutes earlier and being the furthest thing from a morning person, I was in no place to judge him.

After taking a sip, Kai’s brows narrowed, and his mouth twisted up. “That’s disgusting, and you know it.”

“Fuck off.” I took a big gulp from my glass as he went to his expensive coffee machine and made himself a shot of espresso.

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