Page 17 of The War Revision
“The rats? I don’t know, probably gnawing at my furniture,” he grumbles.
“And that’s why you want to kill them? For a couple of your ugly Boho possessions?” I attack him.
“What?”
“Stop the innocent act. I saw the exterminator truck in the parking lot.”
He frowns. “That’s Mr. Forthright’s son-in-law.”
“Oh.” Ooooh. Steven, the cockroach guy. He comes to check on Mr. Forthright from time to time, the old geezer who lives on the second floor. So Cole didn’t call to get rid of my ladies.Oops.
“And to get rid of rats you call pest control, not an exterminator.” He sets the glass down on the kitchen counter. “Still, I wouldn’t do that.”
“Hmm…” Now I feel a teensy-tiny-baby-bit guilty.
He tsks. “I’ll use a snake and enjoy the feeding show,” he adds with a teasing smirk. The hellish fucker!
“Spanking and snakes are your kinks? You’re such a freak,” I taunt him.
Now that the scare of losing my furry ladies is gone, I’m noticing what Cole is wearing. Or not wearing. The light blue shirt is open. His glorious chest is bare, and I’m devouring it with my eyes. He’s not as brawny as me but strong and with two perfectly small pink hard nipples. I have to fight myself not to run my hands all over them. I have a bit of a thing about pecs and nipples—and his are just perfect.
My eyes trail down to his abs and that dusting of gold hair that disappears into his shorts. Cole is wearing shorts—classic fit, slant pocket plicated detail shorts. It feels like the casual clothes he wore at his party must have been a fluke.
He looks disheveled, like he just…did I interrupt something? Was he stroking the boa? My dick plumps at that. Damn it to hell. Now I have a snake kink—if it involves the one currently living in his sexy shorts. Sexy? Those entitled-douchebag shorts? It’s crazy even for me to be this captivated. More than all my last hookups combined…and they are a considerable number.
“Sometimes talking to you is like beating my head against a wall.” He sounds annoyed.
Don’t say it, Kaiden. Don’t say it.“While we’re fucking?” Fuck, I said it.
And what does it even mean? I guess I just wanted to let him know I’m interested. In what exactly, though?
“Do you always blurt out whatever you think?”
“Filters are for coffee, not me.” I shrug unapologetically.
He looks straight into my eyes and takes a step toward me. “Let me rephrase it. All the damn time, talking to you is like beating my head against a wall.”
“Is that code for: yes, I want to fuck as well?” I dare ask. I’m already on the cliff, I might as well jump.
His dark expression points to a big, fat, angry no. But that angry dark-edged look is going straight to my cock, which keeps hardening.
“You’re playing with fire, darling,” he warns me, while taking another step and then another.Duh, hell fire.
When he’s close enough he grips my shirt in his fist and pulls me unceremoniously toward him. I let him do it, curious to see what he will do and so fucking turned on. My hands fall on his waist for balance. My jeans are doing little to disguise my thickening cock.
“Oh, Satan is afraid of a little burn,” I tease him. “Come on, fire away.”
He likes the challenge. I can see it clearly in the glint in his eyes. I’m temporarily lost in those beautiful orbs. The color is mesmerizing, like gray storm clouds in an afternoon blue sky.
Based on the sexual tension permeating the air and the hungry way Cole’s gaze is fixed on me, I am not the only one drunk on pheromones.
His breath on my lips is warm and lemony. I want to taste the juice he was drinking on his tongue. God, I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. Maybe that’s why, without warning, my body arches until my cock touches his upper thigh.
He’s slightly taller than me, and I can feel his growing dick against my lower belly. His nostrils are flaring, and I don’t know if I’m the one panting or he is. Maybe we both are.
I buck my hips once and moan at the feel of my aching cock stroking against him. Heat shoots through me at the contact. Why does it feel so fucking amazing?
He stiffens and grinds his teeth. I can feel he’s about to push me away. Instead, after an endless few seconds looking straight into my eyes, he says, “Take your cock out and jerk it off.”
