“Oh, my effing God,” Pike swore softly, and my attention flicked up, breath catching at the sultry confidence that had blossomed in his suddenly pupil-black eyes. “Jenks was right. You really do get off on kicking ass.” My lips parted, and I slid two feet down the bench away from him. “I do not!” “You do!” he insisted, his lips quirking as if it was funny. “You’re as randy as a goat.”
