“We’re talking. Stop it.”

“We’ll talk during sex.” He edged to the left.

Ellie shook her head and moved to keep him on the other side of the island. “Damn it, Fury. I’m trying to be mad at you. Wipe that grin off your face.”

He paused and his smile faded. “I won’t grin.”

Her gaze narrowed and watched his lips twitch. Amusement sparked inside her. She almost laughed. She had to struggle to remember why he’d made her mad in the first place. Oh yeah.

“You can’t go around making decisions for me and you know we’re supposed to hide that we’re a couple.”

“You are really turning me on right now. You’re breathing hard and if you don’t watch it, your br**sts are going to break the buttons on that shirt.” His gaze riveted to her chest. “Breathe harder. Please?”

Ellie glanced down at her shirt but saw movement from the corner of her eye when she did. Her head jerked up too late. Fury grabbed her. His arms wrapped around her waist and swung her up until she sat on the island, bringing their faces almost level. Fury shoved her legs open and stepped between her parted thighs. His arms wrapped tighter around her waist, pulling her against his body in a tight hug.

“I am sorry I made you angry.” He gave her a sincere look. “Now let’s have make-up sex. I heard it’s the best.”

Ellie cupped his face with her palms and grinned. “You’re bad. Do you know that?”

“I’m good. Do you know that or should I remind you?” He dipped his head and nuzzled Ellie’s face aside until his lips brushed her throat. His tongue darted out and licked the sensitive spot under her ear. His hot breath fanning her tickled. “I could take you right here.”

Ellie laughed. “Bedroom.”

Fury straightened his head and his voice deepened. “Here.”

“Bedroom. We prepare food on the island, Fury.”

His eyebrows rose as he released her and inched back. He reached for her shirt and unbuttoned it. Ellie held her breath as Fury opened it and tore it off her. He unfastened her pants next and moved his body out of the way. He pulled her down from the island until her feet were back on the floor and then bent in front of her, going to his knees, and helped her out of them.

“I guess the kitchen is good,” Ellie whispered, totally getting turned on.

Her heart raced as she kicked her pants away and reached for the front snaps of Fury’s pants when he rose. He yanked his shirt over his head, just tossing it aside.

“Very good,” Ellie muttered as she brushed against his body. Her tongue traced his nipple.

Fury groaned and he shoved down his pants, kicking them down his legs. Ellie’s hands ran across his flat stomach and surfed lower, slipping her fingers into the waistband of his briefs. She raked his h*ps with her fingernails. Fury pushed his h*ps forward against Ellie’s body. His arousal pressed into her stomach where he became trapped between their bodies.

“Honey,” Ellie whispered as she moved her mouth to his other nipple.

“Sweetness,” he growled.

Ellie smiled and pulled back from his chest. “I want honey from the cupboard behind you. It’s up to the left. My left.”

Dark eyebrows rose slightly. “Honey? You want to eat right now?”

She grinned. “I want to lick it off you.”

His fangs dented his bottom lip when he groaned softly. He twisted his body and stretched to retrieve the honey from the cupboard in record time to hand it over to her. Ellie twisted off the cap. She glanced at him once, assured he was into it, and turned the plastic container upside down above one of his ni**les. She let the golden treat drip onto his chest and over the other nipple. She heard Fury take a sharp breath but he didn’t say a word. She set the container on top of the island next to them.

Ellie arched up on her tiptoes and started to lick his skin where the honey droplets stuck to him, following each one with her tongue. Fury groaned deeply. Ellie moved lower, to his nipple, and lapped at the honey there, teasing the hardening bud. She covered his nipple with her mouth and started to suckle him. Fury’s hands tangled in her hair but he didn’t try to tug her from her task.

“That feels amazing,” he growled.

Ellie nipped him with her teeth. He jerked from the shock of the sudden jolt it created. His c**k thumped against her stomach and it had grown more rigid when he ground his h*ps against her softer belly. She released his nipple and slowly moved across his chest. Her tongue and teeth cleaned away the sweet drops slowly, teasingly. Then she pushed him back against the counter. Fury moved to lean against it.

His black, passion-filled gaze met Ellie’s when she looked up at him. She’d noticed when he had become really turned on, his eyes darkened. She loved it and him. She moved forward and started to go for the drops of honey that had rained down on his stomach. One by one she found them and licked them off. She paused at the waistband of his briefs when she realized she’d run out of drops. She smiled up at him and then slipped her fingers into the band to tug them down. Fury’s c**k had grown so hard that she had to actually put the elastic of his briefs to the test to free it from them.

Fury made a groaning sound when she kissed his hipbone and turned her face, studying his impressive erection up close. She couldn’t avoid a turned-on Fury. She smiled and ran her tongue along the side of the hard, hot flesh that stood at full attention for her—trailing up his shaft to the head.