"Hey!" I put my hand on my hips. "I'm a US citizen, ass-hat!"
Sergio grinned; it was actually, a really nice smile, the type that made me feel warm inside. "Whatever you say, Russia."
"Alright then." Nixon patted Sergio on the back. "You kids have fun. No killing each other."
"No promises." I winked at Sergio.
He smirked. "I'd like to see you try."
"I could dig that." I nodded. "First one with a flesh wound loses?"
Nixon cursed. "Don't make me come back and referee you two. I mean it. Play nice." He waved at us and walked around the corner, leaving me and Sergio alone.
"You look like you could use a drink." I took in his pale appearance and dark demeanor.
"It's eight in the morning," Sergio said dumbly.
"So? It's five o'clock somewhere!"
He closed his eyes, probably in irritation, or maybe just so he could take a time out. "Andi—"
"Come on." I grabbed his hand before he could jerk it back. "I'll spike your coffee, and then we can knock some things off that list."
"That damn list had sex written on it like fifteen times," Sergio grumbled.
"I'm sorry, were you just complaining? And so what? You don't have to cross those items off, though it would be kind of nice to get some aggression out. I bet you'd feel better."
"If I screwed you?"
I nodded. "You're really tense."
"Ha." He popped his knuckles. "You have no idea."
"Clearly I do, since I listed it fifteen times."
"Anyone ever told you that you aren't normal?" He held open the back door for me and placed his hand on the small of my back, ushering me back inside.
"All the time." My face cracked into an uncontrollable grin. "Are you complaining?" I reached my hand into his front pocket and slowly pulled the piece of paper from it, my fingertips lingering around the top of his jeans as I moved him closer to me until we were hip to hip.
"Andi," his voice wavered. "What are you doing?"
I shrugged. "Grabbing my list."
I was semi-pissed that his expression was relieved. So, to keep him on his toes, I grabbed his head and jerked it down so our mouths touched.
He didn't kiss me back for a few seconds.
And then somehow I ended up on the counter, my legs wrapped around his body as he tugged my lower lip between his teeth and smashed his mouth against mine in an almost painful kiss.
I dug my fingers into his hair as he lifted me off the counter and slammed me against the wall, our mouths still fused together.
His kisses didn't give — they took, they stole little parts of me I didn't even know I was keeping close until they were gone. I couldn't control my breathing as his tongue tasted mine. Sergio wasn't about asking permission for anything, just like I highly doubted he'd apologize after this kiss once he came to his senses.
His hands moved to my jeans.
I thought he'd stop.
Instead, he started pulling them off my body. At eight in the morning. In the middle of the kitchen — against a wall.
By the weird cow magnet that said Wyoming.
I moaned as he retreated, only to come at the kiss from a different angle. His lips were soft; they didn't coax. It was like his mouth was making love to me. I'd never been kissed the way he was kissing me.
"Ahem." Someone's throat cleared.
Sergio jerked back but kept me pinned against the wall. Slowly we both turned our heads to see Nixon standing in the doorway. His grin was huge.
"I almost forgot. Trace wanted me to drop off your wedding present, but I'm pretty sure you're on your way to opening a different one, cousin… so I'll just leave you to it." He placed a large box on the counter and laughed as he walked out of the room.
I expected Sergio to drop me on my ass.
Instead, he eyed the present, his grip tightening on my body.
Swallowing, I waited for his logic to kick in. It had to, right? I mean, he despised me.
But nothing kicked in.
Instead, Sergio kissed me again.
And again.
And again.
I was lost in his kiss, lost in the sensation of his mouth pressed against mine; the way he tasted could easily become my favorite addiction.
I didn't have to like the guy to appreciate the fact that his kiss was sinful, his hands weapons in their own right.
"This means nothing," he whispered against my mouth. "Don't fall in love with me just because I'm good in bed, Andi."
I laughed against his mouth. "Yeah, I'll be the judge of that, Italy."
He kissed me savagely. His lips quirked into a playful smile. "Oh really?"
Who was this guy? Was that all I needed to do? Seduce him and suddenly he was going to play nice?
His fingers dug into my skin.
Or rough.
I let out a little yelp as he trailed hot open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck.
"I won't," I finally answered.
"Won't what?" he said in between kisses.
"Fall in love with you."
"Mm-kay." He dragged his lips across my collarbone, his teeth nipping my skin.
"But maybe you shouldn't keep kissing me like that if you want me to keep my promise."
A dark chuckle was his only response.
I liked this side of him.