Chapter 10

“Is this transfer proof?” he asked.

My grin turned wicked. “No.”

He groaned, long and low, and pushed against my body. When his dick pressed into my abs, his hardness ratcheted up my arousal.

“I can’t decide where I want to wear it most. My lips or my dick.”

I chuckled, and slid my hands up his arms so I could bury my fingers in the back of his military-short hair. I’d always loved the high and tight he wore, loved rubbing the soft, short bristles at the back of his head.

“If you play your cards right, you can wear it both places.”

He leaned down, and I parted my lips, ready for his kiss. Needing it. Craving it. But he didn’t kiss me. I made an impatient sound. Why was he holding back?

“Can I? I don’t want to assume anything. Not anymore.”

“Yes,” I groaned.