Page 99 of No Summer Hotter than You

My cheeks grew hot as I held onto those honey eyes slowly blinking back at me. “Me too,” I whispered.

Anthony leaned over, just centimeters away from my face. I was ready for a quick kiss when he suddenly snatched the popsicle I was about to finish out of my hand. There was hardly anything left to fight over, but it was still mine.

“Hey! That’s mine!” I yelled.

He wore a smirk and then stuck out his orange-tinted tongue like a kid. Then he proceeded to gobble it all up as if he didn’t just get dibs on our last creamsicle. He quickly tossed the popsicle stick into a bowl on the coffee table. I rolled my eyes at him as he gave me a cute, closed mouth smile.

His ice-cold hands were immediately on my face as he pressed his thumb into my mouth. I sucked on it as his cool lips came crashing down on mine just a second later. Remnants of my popsicle—now melted into a sweet, syrupy ambrosia—were still in his mouth as he passed it from his tongue to mine. The concoction dripped down the corner of my lips in this nasty, almost vulgar way.

I moaned, drinking it up as the taste of juice and his mouth mingled on my tongue. We sighed together as he pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. I rocked my hips into him as he groaned lowly. He slipped his hands under my shirt and began rolling my nipples between his fingers. They immediately stiffened with desire under his cool touch. I whimpered as he sucked on my bottom lip, making me breathless.

“You’re so fucking cute when you moan like that.” His breath was hot against the corner of my lips, making my body heat up despite having my AC on at full blast.

“Yeah?” I gasped, rolling my hips into his.

He groaned as his hands pulled away from my hard nipples. He grabbed a hold of my hips, guiding the intensity of my hip movement, as his bucked up to meet mine. I gasped loudly.

“Yeah, baby. Keep moaning like that.” His deep voice tickled my lips teasingly and I pulled his mouth back to mine to tangle my tongue with his.

Our breaths hitched loudly as our bodies rolled heavy waves of friction into each other. I put my hands under his shirt and drew my fingers down his chest, when a knock was suddenly at the door. We pulled away from our kiss, breathless and surprised.

“Just ignore them. They’ll go away,” Anthony whispered as he cupped my face. He quickly lapped the melted popsicle juice that dripped out of the corner of my mouth and down my jaw as another knock rattled the door.

“Anthony, go check who’s at the door,” I hissed. He pulled his tongue away from me with an irritated groan.

Another insistent knock shook the doorframe. I climbed off Anthony and he sighed. The heat between us had already been interrupted by our persistent visitor, so there was no point in trying to continue until they left. But before Anthony could get up, the deadbolt unlocked, and the door practically flew open. Jonathan stood on the other side of the door. The moment his dark brown eyes landed on us, he let out a long, exasperated sigh. He looked and sounded tired.

“I seriously thought something bad happened to you two since neither of you were answering my calls or the damn door, but never mind,” he announced as if he wasn’t the one who just let himself in into my home. “I’m just going to leave.”

Anthony and I both gave him a spare key to our homes in case we lost it or there was an emergency. Not for him to come in unannounced like this.

“Is something wrong?” I worryingly asked at the same time Anthony rudely replied, “Good. You should.”

Jonathan raised a brow at us as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you want me to stay or leave? I was just here to check if you two were still alive. So you can . . . get back to whatever the hell you two were—” His hands waved dramatically in the air in our general direction. That wasn’t without a look of disgust on his face, of course.

“Will you just get your ass in the house and close the damn door? You’re letting all the cool air out,” Anthony grumbled.

Jonathan rolled his eyes as he did so and locked the door behind him. He slipped his shoes off in the foyer and came into the living room where we were. He took a seat on the ground on the other side of the coffee table rather dramatically.

“You can sit on the couch with us, Jonathan,” I said.

“To be honest, I’d rather not,” he said.

“Why are you here?” Anthony asked, sounding a little irritated. “We aren’t supposed to meet at the gym for another three hours or so.”

Jonathan’s eyes flicked between Anthony and me as he held up his phone so we could see the screen. The time said five thirty p.m. They were supposed to meet up thirty minutes ago, which was probably why Jonathan swung by my place to see if we were fine. It was unusual for Anthony to miss a gym session.

“Well, shit,” Anthony mumbled. “I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“Sure,” Jonathan said. Instead of his usual sassy demeanor, he seemed to be solemn.

My brows knitted together as my eyes narrowed curiously. “Are you all right?”

He hesitated. “Did you know that Sai was jealous of me?” he asked.

“What?” Anthony and I said in unison.

“I guess not,” Jonathan said. “Anyways, he told me last night he was jealous of me.”

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