“Fuck off and kiss me,” I muttered. I’d cave into my urges, but I wasn’t going to let him know how good his words warmed me from my toes to the tip of my head. I didn’t realize I had been one for praise before, but the way Felix’s words affected me told me completely otherwise. I wanted to be so goddamn good for him.

He obliged, not another word spoken. My hair was pulled tight in his grasp, and I rested a hand on either of his cheeks. Our lips moved with perfect synchrony, giving and taking in the most delicious way. One of his hands left my hair, slid down my neck, and tugged me closer.

I moaned as he pressed our bodies against each other’s, not an ounce of space between us. His erection pushed against my stomach, thick and long. Would his cock be as nice as Theo’s?

God, I was a hoe. Trapped in a house with three hot guys, one who I boned within a few hours, and another who I was now hooking up with, one I wasn’t even sure I liked. But he was a damn good kisser, I’d give him that. Our tongues toyed with each other, both trying to dominate. I dragged my hands up his face, winding them in his dark, thick hair, clinging for purchase against the waves of passion.

Felix’s hand crept lower, brushing over my breasts, never breaking the kiss. I felt a small smile on his lips as he realized I was braless, but he didn’t stop, moving lower, until he was above my waistband. He broke the kiss for a moment, cocking his head. “May I?” he whispered.

I nodded. “Please.”

He unbuttoned my pants with ease, hissing as he slid his hand over my underwear. They were already damp with desire from our frantic kisses, and heat from our fight. Really, was there anything sexier than make-up sex?

His fingers found what they were seeking. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Maybe you do want to be my good girl after all.”

All I could do was moan, words forgotten by his gentle touch.