my side and over my hip before curving in toward my stomach.
I was panting by the time his fingers started to travel south of my navel. “I’m not above begging.”
“Oh, you’ll beg. One day. But as much as I want in here,” his fingers danced lightly over my panties, teasing my slit, “I want in here more.” His finger traveled up and he tapped gently on my chest, over my heart.
Holy shit.
I couldn’t stop myself. I ambushed him.
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My mouth smashed into his. My fingers twined in his hair and pulled. He fell forward onto me, nearly crushing me, but I didn’t care. I was frantic, primal with need. I ran my teeth over his jaw and then down his throat, biting lightly over his pulse. “I. Want. You. So. Bad.” I punctuated each word with a nip as I moved from his neck to his chest.
But Andros stretched my hands above my head, pinning me down. Then he said, “You can have me. If you can tell me my favorite color.”
I panted as I stared up at him. “Blue?” I questioned.
He narrowed his eyes. “That was a lucky guess and you know it.”
“That might have been, but do you know you were on my original list of recruits for this job?”
His brow furrowed and I felt a triumphant thrill glide through me. I leaned up and placed a kiss right near the edge of his lips. “I know that when you were thirteen, you got caught up in Zaps, a gang that did a lot of tagging and graffiti in norm neighborhoods but also was into a lot of darker shit.” I reached out and took his right arm. “I know you chose to leave—and what that means.”
Andros’ blue gaze grew dark with memories. Zaps didn’t let anyone out unless they could survive getting boxed out. That meant climbing into a fridge tossed into a hole in the ground and letting five members shoot. He let go of my hands and rolled onto his back on the bed. I followed, not wanting him to get sucked under by the bad times. I shifted onto my side and gently traced over his arm with my fingertips, trying to draw him out of his own head and back into the present moment.
“I know that you got this rose tattoo for your mother,” my fingers swiveled over the roses that skate up his right arm. “Your ex posted about it on social.”
Andros’ brow arched. “That was years ago. She pulled those down when we—”
“Hacker,” I explained. “Things exist on servers even after people delete them.”
Andros bit his lip and grinned and immediately, I knew he was thinking about all the dick pic emails he sent her. “Yup. Saw Captain America a bunch of times on her email, too.”
“Captain America? No. You mean the Hulk.”
I laughed and gently edged up his shirt. “Fine. The Hulk.” I let my fingers swivel through his happy trail as my entire body tensed in anticipation. “Point is, I know way more about you than you think I do.”
“Tell me more.”
I shifted up to a seated position and shoved his shirt up so I could see his entire tattooed chest. I swallowed hard when I realized his right nipple was pierced. God, he was so damn hot that just staring at him got me halfway there.
I lifted my leg and straddled him as I said, “You like barbecue. You or else your grandma. There were a lot of online receipts for barbecue sauce the past couple years in her grocery orders.”
“It’s the sauce of the gods,” he quipped.
“Really? Because I’m thinking there’s another sauce that might taste better.” I ground against him and he moaned before he laughed.
I leaned forward and started to plant kisses across his pecs. They were massive and hard and I had to clench my fingers in the sheets to resist full on scratching down his sides in an attempt to make him as wild and worked up as I was. Instead I gently flicked my tongue over the tiny barbell in his nipple and was rewarded with his sharp intake of breath.
That made me grin.
I lapped at it a little bit longer until I felt him tensing beneath me. Then I switched and slowly kissed my way down the middle of his torso. When I reached his belly button his hand shot into my hair. He grabbed a big fistful and pulled me up so that I was on all fours, leaning over him.