“Fair fights just indicate poor planning.” He smirks, tangling fingers in her hair to tug just past gently. “I merely play to win, doll.” Golden shards of lightning play in his irises, but he tames them, straddling the line between human and divine with false ease. Sighing, he licks the hollow of her jawline before moving lower to bite and suck at that lovely place where collarbone meets neck.
“I’m not,” she started, broke off, dragged in a sharp breath. She tried again. “‘m not sure what you’re winning here?” She arched her neck, leaning back on the car. Another faint shiver racked her body.