“No idea. You’ll have to ask someone who’s chronically flaccid. Who was it? The guy?”
“Chicken.” Because I knew better than to give him that information.
Again, it was only meant to be a peck.
But again, Dominic felt the need to torture me by escalating it. My hand flew to the back of his head, gripping a fistful of his hair so I could pull him off. But I didn’t put enough strength behind it, so it came off as more of a playful tug.
He groaned.
We both went rigid.
That was… unexpected. Frowning, I did it again. Sure enough, a low hum vibrated out of his chest, accompanied by theangry press of his fingers into my thigh. I started to smile against his lips, an evil sense of victory sprouting in the pit of my chest.
It was short-lived.
The second I started to pull back, itching to call him out on it, his tongue swept in and gave mine a playful lick.
I gasped, fisting the front of his shirt, his hair, and pulling another soft rumble out of him before he could start gloating. In return, he yanked me forward and twined his tongue with mine.
Fireworks.
Everywhere.
A whimper of pleasure slipped out of me, and it was Dominic’s turn to smile.
“God, the noises you’re making,” he panted before nipping at my lower lip. “Does it really feel that good?”
“You’re one to talk,” I retorted, heaving against him. “I’ve never had a guy be so vocal during a light make-out session. It’s just a few kisses, Dominic. Get a hold of yourself.”
“You were lying. Admit it.”
“No.”
“You’re dying for me to kiss you again.”
“I’d rather drink battery acid, quite frankly.”
“That would be slightly more believable if you didn’t murmur it while eye-fucking my mouth like you’d sell your soul for the opportunity to sit on it.”
A blush swept over my cheeks. “I’d sell a hell of a lot more than just my soul to watch you suffocate.”
His mouth quirked. “It’s your turn.”
“Yeah, no, this isn’t working. We’re just going in circles now. We need a new game.”
“What do you suggest?”
I barely needed to think, the idea came to me so fast. “Remember that time you sprained your ankle and claimed I stillwouldn’t be able to score a goal against you? Even if I had all night and you were also blindfolded?”
The right corner of his mouth hooked up. “I stand by it.”
“Great. You get the ball. I’ll grab the blindfold.”
I went to slide off the counter, but the movement made him jerk back so suddenly that I froze. He’d grabbed the packaged leash off the counter and was now holding it inconspicuously in front of his hips.
“I’ll meet you outside. In a bit.”
… huh.
