on her hips again. “Satisfied?”
I swallowed hard. My eyes had to be
bulging out of my head, and my dick was
threatening to bust through my hands like
a racehorse out of the gate. Her body
was
luscious,
and I wanted to explore
every curve and crevice.
Hell no, I wasn’t satisfied. “Now
your pants.”
She gave me a look that said
I can’t
even with you
. “Really? My pants? You
don’t want to fuck me, but I have to take
off my pants?”
“I never said I didn’t want to fuck
you.”
She pretended to think, tapping her
lips. “Hmmm. I guess it was implied
when you walked out of my apartment
without even kissing me.”
“If you win the game, you can name
your prize.”
“Ha!” She threw her head back and
laughed. Her throat was pale and slender
and made me think of more bad things I
could do to her. “You think I’ll want to
have sex with you as a
prize
? I’ll play
your little game,
Quinn Ryder
. I’m no
chicken. But the size of your ego is
staggering.”
“That’s not the only thing.”
Another dirty look.
While she tugged off her pants, I took
the opportunity to adjust myself, but the
harder I got, the more difficult it was to
conceal my dick with my hands.
“There.” She straightened up and
threw her pants aside.
My breath caught. She wore tight
little shorts that sat low on her
voluptuous hips, leopard print edged in
black lace.
In my head, a lion roared.
“So,” she said, her eyes full of
mischief. “Now what?”
EIGHT
JAIME
HE LOOKED at me like he wanted to
tear me apart. But he spoke calmly.
“Come closer.”
I hesitated, then sauntered toward
him. I had no idea what we were doing
—he was so fucking unpredictable, it
drove me nuts—but I was game for
where this seemed to be heading.
He didn’t need to know that, though.
I wanted him to suffer a little for the
way he’d teased me. If he wanted me the
way it appeared he did, why the hell
hadn’t he acted like it before?
Men.
So
annoying.
Was it any wonder I didn’t want to
deal with one on a daily basis?
“Here I am.” We faced each other—
a standoff. In my bare feet, my head was
level with his chest. He had pert nipples
the color of wine. My
favorite
color.
“Shall we see who draws first?”
“Pretty sure I have the only weapon
in this contest.”
“So let’s see it, big talker.” I cocked
my head. “Or are you chicken?”
He smiled—and dropped his hands.
I looked down—and gasped.
I couldn’t help it. There it was, right
in front of me, the Dick that Got Away.
And it was big and hard and thick. It was
one of those pretty ones, too, know what
I mean? One of those tall, symmetrical
ones planted in a manscaped yard?
Figured that Quinn would have a perfect
dick. It was probably magical too.
I was dying to play with it.
Lick it like a Popsicle. Suck it like a
peppermint. Ride it like a pony.
But I wouldn’t let on.
I met his eyes again, kept my cool.
“Impressive.”
“Thank you. Your turn.”
I tapped my cheek with one finger.
“Well, now, hold on. I have to think
about this. If I don’t drop my panties,
you win. I think I need to know what’s at
stake here.”
“Meaning?”
“What’s your prize going to be?” I
thought for sure he’d say something like
a blowjob or butt stuff, so I was shocked
when he answered in an entirely
different way.
“A date with you.”
I dropped my arms. “A what with
me?”
“You heard me. If I win, you have to
go out with me—and no sex on the first
date.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
He smiled. “Nope.”
For fuck’s sake, this was ridiculous.
He had a massive erection right now!
Why did he want to date me? Couldn’t
we just fuck like two normal adults
without feelings? He was making this
way too complicated.
I shoved my underwear down,
kicked them off, and stood up. “I win,” I
announced.
“I don’t know about that,” he said,
but his eyes were drinking me in, and his
cock was jumping between us. “I think
I’d call this a draw.”
“So what do we do?” My breath was
coming faster. Between the nearness of
his naked body, the smell of his skin, and
the way he was looking at me, I was
about to lose control. Was this on or not?
He moved closer to me, so close my
nipples grazed his chest, which sent
bolts of pure lust straight between my
legs. Moving my braid aside, he
lowered his mouth to my shoulder and
brushed it softly up the side of my neck.
“What do you want for your prize?” he
whispered in my ear.
I shivered. “You know what I want.”
“Well then, maybe we can come to
some sort of agreement…” His eyes
flicked to the bed. “On this bargaining
table here.”
Oh, it was
on
.
I licked my lips and caressed the tip
of his cock with my fingertips. “I’d like
to open negotiations.”
“Fuck.” He grabbed me and threw
me onto the bed, pinning my wrists over
my head. His hips anchored mine, his
erection trapped between us. “I can’t
think if you touch me like that.”
I wrapped my legs around him, my
heart pounding. “Thinking is overrated.
What do you say we just feel our way
through this?”
He crushed his lips to mine.
Finally. Fucking
finally
.
Ten years I’d waited for this kiss—
and by the way,
hell yes
, it was worth
the wait.
With my arms restrained above my
head, I couldn’t get my hands on him like
I’d been wanting to, but I used my legs to
pull him closer and lifted my hips
against his. He kissed me hard and deep,
his tongue stroking mine, his scruff
rubbing against my chin.
As the kiss deepened, I felt my
desire for him surging through my body
like a hurricane, gathering force and
speed and intensity. He moved over me,
rolling his hips so his cock rubbed
against me in just the right way. Bucking
up beneath him, my body begged for
more.
His mouth traveled down my neck to
my chest, and I arched my back, anxious
to feel his lips on my skin. My nipples
tingled and hardened, and I cried out
when he sucked on one, then the other,
taking the tight little peak between his
teeth and biting lightly.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck yes. Bite
me.”
He groaned, swirling his tongue
around the tip before closing his teeth
around it once more and flicking it with
his tongue. It felt so fucking good—that
simultaneous sting of pain and flutter of
pleasure, plus his cock rubbing against
my clit—I could have come inside a
minute.
I like sex fast and hard and focused
on the finish—no lazy lovemaking. For
me, the best part about sex is the
aggression
of it. The chase, the climb,
the race for the prize.
I loved feeling like I couldn’t wait to
tear the clothes off a man and let our
basest urges take over. It turned me on
when a man wanted me so badly he
turned almost violent with it, like an
animal. Sometimes it made me want to
tame him—take control and boss him all
the way to the finish when
I
was ready
(and I hadn’t had any complaints so
far…most guys are happy to come
sooner rather than later). Other times, I
enjoyed being ravaged and letting them
go all alpha male on me. Either way, it
was more about the act itself and the
roles we played than the person—I
didn’t date that much and even when I
did, somehow the best sex was never
with those guys, anyway. Sexual
chemistry was always better with men I
kept at a personal distance.
But speaking of sexual chemistry.
I was burning up for Quinn Rusek,
about to combust.
“Quinn,” I panted. “I want you inside
me. Now.”
He pinched the nipple that wasn’t
caught between his teeth, making me
gasp. “And do you think,” he said,
dragging his scruffy jaw down my belly,
“you deserve to get your prize so
quickly? After you behaved so badly
today?” He clucked his tongue. “I don’t
think so, sweet pea. Turn over.”
My pulse raced. “What?”
“You heard me.” But instead of
waiting for me to do it, he flipped me
over himself and caught my legs between
his knees.
“What is this? I thought we were
negotiating.”
“We’ll get to that. But there’s the
little matter of your misdeed to deal with
first.” His hands covered my ass,
kneading gently. “Are you sorry,” he
went on, his voice smooth and dripping
with patience, “for sneaking into my
apartment to spy on me?”
“I told you, I wasn’t trying to spy, I
was—
fuck
!”
He’d spanked me so hard my eyes
watered, then held his hand over the
stinging flesh.
“Are you sorry?” he asked again.
I gritted my teeth. “No.”
Crack!
The sound of his hand
smacking my other ass cheek was as
thrilling as the sting of it, and I loved the
heat of his palm afterward.
“You are a very bad girl, even worse
than I thought. Not only deceitful,
but”—
smack!
—“fucking unrepentant as
well.”
Smack!
My ass was
on fire.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and
yanked my head up, leaning forward to
speak low in my ear. “You are downright
sinful.”
Stars danced in front of my eyes.
“Yes,” I rasped, my jaw clenched.
He traced my ear with his tongue
before biting my earlobe, his cock
pressing against my hip. “What am I
going to do with you?”
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
His grip in my hair tightened, making
me wince. “Oh yes, your prize.”
“Do it,” I hissed.
Enough playing
around.
He let go of my hair and slid his
hand up the back of one thigh. “Spread
your legs.”
I widened my knees, and his hand
slipped between my thighs, two fingers
gliding easily inside me. I was so wet
already it was nearly embarrassing, but
his next words put me at ease.
“I love how wet you are for me,” he
whispered, pushing his fingers deeper. “I
can’t wait to get inside you one minute
more.” He got to his knees and flipped
me onto my back again, this time
lengthwise on the bed.
Leaning over to the side, he took a
condom from the nightstand drawer and
tore open the wrapper. I watched as he
slid it on, mesmerized by the sight of him
and practically trembling that
this
was
about to happen.
Oh God, he’s so gorgeous—look at
that body, that face, that cock! You
know, it seems really unfair that he got
the looks
and
the big dick. If I was a
guy, I’d hate him. He’s way too
gorgeous to be real. Any minute now
he’s going to sparkle like a vampire or
shapeshift into a bear.
But a few seconds later he was
stretching out over me, positioning
himself between my legs.
Yes
, I thought, sliding my hands down
his back and over his perfect ass.
Give
me what I want. Give it to me deep and
hard and fast. Let me feel the way you
want me—every thick, hot, hard inch of
you. Let me see you lose control for me.
Let me hear you.
But he hesitated, barely inside me.
I wiggled impatiently. “Come on. Do
it.”
“Not so fast, sweet pea. There’s
something I want too, remember?”
Oh my God, was he fucking serious?
“Yes, yes, anything.” I slapped at his
butt.
Giddy-up, horsey. Let’s do this.
“Anything? Wow, you must really
want this.” He pulled out and teased my
clit with the tip of his cock. “It is going
to feel good, I promise you.”
“Please, Quinn,” I whimpered. “I
need it. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too, believe me.” He gave me
an inch. “But I want more than this from
you.”
“OK, yes,” I said impatiently. “I’ll
go on a stupid date with you. Give me
more.”
I got another inch.
“Not just one date. You have to give
me a fair chance.”
“I will, I swear,” I panted. “I’ll even
introduce you to my friends.” What?
Why the fuck did I say that?