Who the fuck does he think he is asking that question? I was ready to push him away, to shove him on his ass, but instead, what happened was a whisper of, “Fuck you.”
“Answer the fucking question, Gina.”
My chest heaved at the thickness of his voice. I could hear the emotion beneath the demand. “No. They haven’t,” I answered.
His lips crashed against mine once more, this time rougher, harsher. I could feel nothing but his palms rough against my cheeks and his lips soft against my own. His tongue sweeping through my mouth and owning it completely. The ball of need building in my lower stomach and sending aches down through my pussy.