Dom was finding it difficult to stay angry. Frustrated was covered, definitely, and the blood beneath his skin still boiled, but Kiko was transforming it with his touch from the desire for murder to pure desire. It felt amazing. If Devin was a force that drained, Kiko was one that made Dom feel alive, and right now he was more than willing to set aside his rage.
Trading it in for s*x was better.
He kissed back, demanding more, pulling Kiko to him by his hair. Kiko shifted in his seat to get a better angle, leaving Dom’s steadily stiffening c**k to the rapidly chilling air of the truck. Kiko moved to unzip Dom’s coat next, his cold hand trailing up under Dom’s shirt to his n****e. Dom shuddered at the touch, n****e stiffening under Kiko’s demanding fingers, gasping against Kiko’s mouth.
