Liar (Madison Kate #2)(50)

"So, what are you scared of, MK?" he taunted me, waving that red flag like he had a death wish. "Fuck me now to get it out of your system, then plot your revenge tomorrow."

I wavered. I should say no. I should tell him to go fuck himself with all that arrogance.

"Come on, Princess," he purred, deliberately poking my feral anger with his use of Archer’s nickname for me, "fuck me like you actually hate me, because we both know you don't."

I planted my hands against his chest, ready to shove him away from me and storm out of the kitchen with my pride and fury firmly intact. But as they said, the road to hell was paved with good intentions. My fingers kissed the hot, hard muscles of his chest, and before I could follow through on my intention, my mouth found his.

Well, shit.

Kody didn't question me. He knew I was still riding the fury and was more than happy to let me fuck him angry. Which was good because angry was the only way he was getting me at all. His lips met mine kiss for kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and swiftly turning the tables of power on me. Before I knew it, I was pinned to the pantry door with his huge body pressed to every damn inch of me while he kissed me with rage of his own, claiming my mouth in a way that promised he'd do the same to my body.

I groaned into his kiss, biting his lower lip and curling my fingertips into the hard flesh of his back. Suddenly I was more than willing to give him exactly what he'd been taunting me with. Kodiak Jones wanted hate sex? I'd fucking well show him the meaning of that.

My teeth sunk into his lip harder, drawing blood, and he pulled away with a hiss of pain. The look on his face wasn't indignation or disgust, though. Nope, that was pure, undiluted lust. Something he confirmed a second later when his mouth crashed back down on mine and his hands slid to the backs of my thighs. He hitched my legs up, and I happily wrapped them around his waist, clinging on as he ground against me and made me moan in encouragement.

"Fuck," Kody hissed against my lips as my fingernails tore down his bare back. He didn't stop, though. He just kissed me harder, letting the coppery tang of blood taint our kiss. My back left the pantry door as he stepped back, causing me to cling onto his body until he spun us around and deposited my mostly bare ass down on the marble island.

"Holy shit, that's cold," I protested, shivering as the stone met my warm skin.

Kody just smirked, then gave me another teasing kiss, all lips and no tongue. "Want me to turn up the heat?" His jade eyes danced with mischief, and I knew perfectly well he meant that in a metaphorical sense.

I arched a brow, challenging him. "You won't get another chance at this, Kodiak Jones; I suggest you bring your A game."

He huffed a laugh, then stripped me of my shirt. Then my crop top.

His head dipped, his mouth sealing over one of my hard nipples, and I sucked in a sharp breath as heat zapped through my whole body. I leaned back on the counter, arching my back to give him better access to my breasts, even as my thighs tightened around his body. The movement of relocating us to the island had created a gap between us. A gap I badly needed to close because I was all but ready to come just from his shaft grinding me through his soft sweatpants and my thin panties.

One of Kody's hands paid attention to my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers in the most delicious way. His other hand skimmed over my bare stomach, then lower, stroking a teasing line under the band of my panties, making me whimper with frustration. For all my taunting him to bring his A game, I really just wanted his cock inside me. ASAP.

Except I couldn't shake a nagging feeling of urgency and paranoia. "Kody, wait," I breathed, then groaned when his fingers dipped lower between us, rubbing me through my damp panties. "We should... Shouldn't we go upstairs? Someone could walk in on us..." I raised my brows, nodding in the vague direction of the gym. If it'd just been the two of us awake, I wouldn't have even given it a second thought. But knowing Archer was awake and just down the hall... I'd like to say it made me worried, but if I was honest, it was just turning me on.

I fucking loved sneaking around.

"No," Kody replied, peering down at me with hungry eyes and lush, swollen lips that begged to be kissed. Or put to other good uses. "Fuck Archer. He won't come out until he's finished a full circuit of weights."

"And if he hears us?" I countered, and my traitorous stomach fluttered with excitement. I kinda hoped he did hear us. It'd serve him right.

Kody took a moment before responding, his palm cupping one of my breasts and his thumb circling my taut nipple. "He won't hear shit over that music," he replied in a murmur, and I cocked my head to listen. Sure enough, the thumping bass from some heavy rock song was reverberating from the gym. More was the shame.

"But even if he did," Kody continued, still locked in a staring competition with my tits. "He'd deserve it. I hope his balls are so blue they hurt right now. Asshole."

I snickered a cold laugh and grabbed his face between my palms, kissing him hard. "Vicious."

"You love it," he growled as his lips came back to mine again, kissing me like he was claiming a piece of my soul. Like he was doing everything possible to leave a mark on my psyche that I'd never be able to remove.

My hands trailed down his chest, my nails biting into the hard flesh of his abs before hooking into the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. His cock was so hard and straining against the fabric, but I paused again with a groan of frustration.