“I don’t.” When he snaps his head up to look over at me, I clear my throat. “Uh, I mean, I don’t like coffee. Water is fine.”
“Are you a child? Who doesn’t like coffee?”
Scoffing, I reply, “No, I’m not a fucking child. It just tastes like shit, asshole.”
When he smirks, his teeth practically sparkle and his dimples poke out, and I have to look away for fear of my stupid knees giving out on me. He has no goddamn right to bethatgorgeous.
He points the spatula in my direction and chuckles. “God, you’re hot when you’re feisty.”
“Fuck off,” I growl.
Clutching his chest, he bows his head. “I’m hurt. So hurt.”
“You’re fucking ridiculous.” I roll my eyes, turning to walk toward the couch.
“You’ll love it one day,” he quips.
“Doubtful.” I try my best to keep my tone neutral, but I don’t miss the way he’s insinuated more than once that this won’t be the only time between us. Glancing to my right, the sun is finally shining through his giant open window. “Can I use your phone?” I ask him, wanting to try the locksmith again.
“It’s on the counter.”
When I reach the counter, he grabs the phone, pulling it toward him, throwing me a shit-eating grin. “You can use the phone on one condition.” He arches a brow while he waits to see what I say back.
He’s so fucking annoying. Making a show of dramatically rolling my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest. “And what’s that?”
Tapping his index finger to his lips twice, he says, “Give me a kiss.”
A laugh claws its way up my throat. “Ain’t no fucking way.”
He shrugs, pocketing the phone, returning to cooking. “Then no phone.”
“Mateo,come on.I need to call a locksmith and get home.”
“Then kiss me, baby.” He peers at me from under his lashes. “It’s not like you haven’t had my whole ass cock in your mouth already. One kiss, one phone call.”
Amusement dances in his eyes as I narrow mine at him before throwing my arms in the air, groaning loud enough that you could probably hear it from my apartment. “You’re so fuckingimpossible.” Rounding the bar, I hold out my hand. “Fine.Onekiss.”
I lean in, lips puckered, but he backs up. “Ah-ah,” he says in a chastising way. “A real fucking kiss,guapo.”
Cool.Another fucking word I don’t know the meaning of.
“Whatever,” I mumble. “Let’s get this over with so I can make the damn call already.”
A faint smirk ghosts his face as he wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me into him. His eyes dip down to my mouth as his pink, pierced tongue glides across his full, red lips before his gaze connects with mine again. My heart hammers behind my breastbone, blood roaring in my ears as his lips press down on mine.
Mint toothpaste with a shadow of sweet marijuana comes to life when his tongue slips past my parted lips, dipping into my mouth and licking all over. A moan falls from me without my permission, the sound causing him to growl into my mouth as his fingers tighten ever so slightly on either side of my esophagus. The feel of the ring through his tongue as it tangles with mine causes my body to warm all over from the memory of that same barbell dragging along the underside of my cock.
The kiss lasts less than a minute, but when we pull apart, my head feels light and woozy. I don’t understand how he affects me so much. It’s maddening.
Handing me the phone, he smirks. “See, was that so hard?”
“Yes,” I huff, walking away as I look up a locksmith. It rings a few times, and much to my surprise, they answer.
“Jefferson Locksmith. How can I help you?”
I have to force myself to not jump with excitement. “Yes, hi. I’m locked out of my apartment. I live on 35thand Freely. Are you able to get out this way and help me?”
“I can send someone out, but it’ll be at least an hour till they can get there. What’s the address and your phone number?”
