"Still hate me?" Trevor murmured against his lips.
Lucas's breath hitched, a ragged sound as he surfaced from the all-consuming pleasure. His body was limp and shuddering, but a flicker of defiance, that old, familiar fire, flashed in his glazed eyes. He managed a weak, breathless scoff. "You're an insufferable bastard," he whispered, the words lacking any real heat.
Trevor's chuckle was a deep, velvety rumble against Lucas' throat. "I know." He kissed the frantic pulse there, licking the taste of salt and satisfaction from Lucas's skin. His hands roamed over Lucas's sides, his hips, and his thighs, remapping a territory that had just been so thoroughly conquered. "But I'm your insufferable bastard. And you're still so slick for me. So hot."
