immediately fall to his crotch. His crotch which has a very clear outline of a hard dick. As if just seeing the evidence of it lights a fire under my ass, I suddenly grow uncomfortably warm, and it has nothing to do with the sunshine.
I reach up to rip off my jacket, only for my hair to get stuck in the zipper. I growl in frustration, pulling harder, not even caring that I’m ripping out strands of hair with it.
Jericho reaches over and plucks the stuck hair from the metal teeth and then pulls the jacket off me in a smooth, yet aggressive movement.
He’s aggressively tending to my overheated horny needs.
“Thank you,” I snap, snatching the jacket in my hands to hold it.
“Welcome,” he grunts.
I shoot him a look. “I’m still pissed at you for trying to like me.”
His hands curl into fists. I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen him pissed off. It makes him clench his teeth, which makes his jaw look good. “There is no trying. So you’re just gonna have to deal with it, Jet.”
“I’m not an airplane!” I hiss, and then I get into his face. Which was...a bad idea.
Because now, we’re so damn close that our chests are touching. Pressing my hard nipples against his body is not good while I’m angrily turned on, and my little interrupted stroke sesh this morning is in the forefront of my mind.
“Does this Heathcliff get to call you a fucking nickname?” Jericho demands, his jealousy changing from suppressed to outright crazy as he bears down on me.
“Can you stop saying this Heathcliff?” I retort, shoving him back. He doesn’t move an inch, and somehow, my hands curl into his shirt instead. “And yeah, actually. He calls me Hellion. Because he’s known me since I was two years old. He knows all the bad parts of me, and he understands me.”
Jericho’s hand comes over mine, holding it there. “I understand you.”
“You don’t,” I insist. “You think I’m just entertaining to chase. My difficult nature appeals to your dominant animal because it’s a challenge. But you don’t actually like me. You just want to fuck.”
My heated, angry words are barely out of my mouth before Jericho drops his hold on my hand and then suddenly hauls me against him by my ass. “Don’t actually like you? Do you feel this?” he demands, crushing me into his erection. “Don’t tell me not to like you. It’s too fucking late for that.”
I gasp, but the breath gets cut off, because his lips crash against mine like a thunderclap.
And a storm erupts.
We fight against one another in a sudden downpour of irate desire.
His tongue shoves into my mouth, so my teeth clamp down until I taste blood. He nips my bottom lip, my hands shoot up and yank harshly on his hair, angling him where I want. His hands squeeze my ass roughly, and I grind against him so hard that he grunts, meeting him at the place where our dueling natures want to strike.
When our teeth clash in a snap of bone and lust, Jericho hauls me up, carrying me the rest of the way to the trees, and my thighs clamp around his waist.
“You’re fucking stupid,” I say against his hot breath.
“Shut up and let me ravish you,” he growls, pulling me back with a strong hand at the back of my neck. My collar digs into my skin painfully, but I don’t care.
I turn my head away and bite his sexy ass jaw. “I’m ravishing you,” I counter.
He slams me up against a tree, the bark biting into my back in a delicious twinge. “Always so fucking argumentative.”
We kiss again, all tongue and teeth and lips moving like a battle against our wills, arguing even without words. There’s not even time to breathe, because he demands everything, even the oxygen in my lungs. I pull away with a gasp.
“I warned you.”
His nose grazes against my cheek. “You did. And I told you, that I like you whether you want me to or not. Even when you do have this Heathcliff.”
Like our thunder and lightning finally broke open the sky, a deluge opens up, the downpour soaking me through, and I go ice-cold.
I shove away from him, and when he doesn’t immediately let go, I crane his neck painfully to the side and then slam my elbows into his arms, effectively breaking his hold on me.