gave me another teasing kiss, all lips and no tongue. "Want me to turn up the heat?" His jade eyes danced with mischief, and I knew perfectly well he meant that in a metaphorical sense.
I arched a brow, challenging him. "You won't get another chance at this, Kodiak Jones; I suggest you bring your A game."
He huffed a laugh, then stripped me of my shirt. Then my crop top.
His head dipped, his mouth sealing over one of my hard nipples, and I sucked in a sharp breath as heat zapped through my whole body. I leaned back on the counter, arching my back to give him better access to my breasts, even as my thighs tightened around his body. The movement of relocating us to the island had created a gap between us. A gap I badly needed to close because I was all but ready to come just from his shaft grinding me through his soft sweatpants and my thin panties.
One of Kody's hands paid attention to my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers in the most delicious way. His other hand skimmed over my bare stomach, then lower, stroking a teasing line under the band of my panties, making me whimper with frustration. For all my taunting him to bring his A game, I really just wanted his cock inside me. ASAP.
Except I couldn't shake a nagging feeling of urgency and paranoia. "Kody, wait," I breathed, then groaned when his fingers dipped lower between us, rubbing me through my damp panties. "We should... Shouldn't we go upstairs? Someone could walk in on us..." I raised my brows, nodding in the vague direction of the gym. If it'd just been the two of us awake, I wouldn't have even given it a second thought. But knowing Archer was awake and just down the hall... I'd like to say it made me worried, but if I was honest, it was just turning me on.
I fucking loved sneaking around.
"No," Kody replied, peering down at me with hungry eyes and lush, swollen lips that begged to be kissed. Or put to other good uses. "Fuck Archer. He won't come out until he's finished a full circuit of weights."
"And if he hears us?" I countered, and my traitorous stomach fluttered with excitement. I kinda hoped he did hear us. It'd serve him right.
Kody took a moment before responding, his palm cupping one of my breasts and his thumb circling my taut nipple. "He won't hear shit over that music," he replied in a murmur, and I cocked my head to listen. Sure enough, the thumping bass from some heavy rock song was reverberating from the gym. More was the shame.
"But even if he did," Kody continued, still locked in a staring competition with my tits. "He'd deserve it. I hope his balls are so blue they hurt right now. Asshole."
I snickered a cold laugh and grabbed his face between my palms, kissing him hard. "Vicious."
"You love it," he growled as his lips came back to mine again, kissing me like he was claiming a piece of my soul. Like he was doing everything possible to leave a mark on my psyche that I'd never be able to remove.
My hands trailed down his chest, my nails biting into the hard flesh of his abs before hooking into the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. His cock was so hard and straining against the fabric, but I paused again with a groan of frustration.
"Condom?" I asked with an annoyed sigh. I loved a good, spontaneous hate fuck on the kitchen island as much as the next girl, but goddamn I did not want to risk an STD. Not when I had no idea where Kody'd been sticking his dick, and I seriously doubted he had a convenient copy of his clean records tucked into his pants. Pregnancy wasn't a concern, thanks to my IUD. Not to mention the damage done by my recent stabbing.
I expected Kody to suggest we relocate upstairs. Or even try to convince me that he was a squeaky clean choir boy. But nope.
"I got you, babe," he muttered, pulling back from me just long enough to pull open the drawer below the cutlery. Sure enough, he popped back up with a foil-wrapped condom between his fingers and a smug-as-shit grin on his face.
I stared at the condom in disbelief, then at the drawer he'd grabbed it from, then back at Kody. "You're disgusting," I told him.