“No.” The word came out as a guttural sound. “Don’t move.” Without thought, I thrust my hips up toward him as another shudder rolled through me. Drew’s eyes widened. Then the fucker started laughing. “You gonna blow, T?” “I will punch you right in the face,” I growled. He grinned, and dear God, his dimple came out to play. “So other people can’t deck me, but you can?” Was he teasing me? Was the man I loved really sitting in my lap, torturing my dick, and teasing me?
