He groans and rolls our twined bodies, and then he’s on top of me, gazing down at me with a heated look in his eyes. His tousled hair is falling over his brow, and he leans in so close that my lips tingle in anticipation of his kiss. “I don’t like you at all,” he murmurs, grinning. “Such a bad liar,” I tease, my arms going around his neck as I pull him down for a kiss. “You’re really terrible at this sometimes.” “Only when I like lying to the person,” he tells me between kisses, and then hikes my leg up around his hip and surges deep once more.
