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“Tell me about it.” He slid down my bed and kneeled in front of me. “She’s right, though.”
“About what? Referring to you as a dog?”
“Sexy. You’re sexy. However, your jokes suck.”
“Was that a half-assed compliment?”
“Yes.”
“Taking it.”
Ares twitched his face into a pointing look. “Are you going to give me your foot, or do I have to fetch?”
I stalled and bit my lower lip because my heart did a teeny, tiny jump when he pursued me into submission with that hooded stare. The way his thick, black brow popped up entertained me. Teasing him came naturally. Now that he’d finally loosened up, it was amusing.
“Fine, fine. Here.” I laid my heel on his knee. He clasped his big hand around my Achilles’ heel. A prince putting on Cinderella’s glass heel.
Cute.
Then I toed his nipple—because this goofy girl wasn’t a princess, and Ares damn sure wasn’t royalty. He rocked broody like the villain and fairytale romance would be a far cry from what we could ever become. We were barely good friends. But since the very beginning, there had been a pull. The kind I couldn’t, and shouldn’t, care to describe.
And I’d just touched his nipple with my big toe. His pierced nipple.
Behind his lashes was a fierce gray. Trained on me with a darkened undertone.
“I’ve never felt it before,” I slowly retracted my foot.
“So, you’re exploring me with your piglet toes?”
“Your nipple did get hard,” I stated, seeing it peak through his shirt.
“Don’t do it again,” he threatened lightly.
I did it again.
“D, stop,” he warned through gritted teeth.
But I didn’t stop. Instead, I decided I had the room to relentlessly push his buttons and have some fun. After all, it had taken him quite some time to welcome me into his home.
The boots went flying. Ares’ tall frame pushed me down on the bed and pinned me to the mattress. In surprise, my hands clasped around the biceps next to my head, caging me in. Our heavy breaths mingled. His darkness swirled around him like smoke and dripped onto me like a hot, hungry fog.
Oh, but the way he dominated me was way more fun.
“Is it really that hard to let me put on these red fucking boots?” he spat displeasure.
I let his eyes roam over my upper body. I couldn’t say I hated the way he looked at me. As if another galaxy had opened right in front of him.
“I was just playing.”
“Does this feel like playing to you, Double D?” He thrust forward. I gasped, getting hot all over when I felt his erection against my core.
My cheeks heated. So did everything else.
“Depends in what context we’re speaking.”
He growled and shifted, giving himself the access to find a slow rhythm, gyrating his hips in a slow tempo that brushed my clit just right.
Yes!
