“I’m not an idiot,” she growled.
Okay, maybe not the right time for any licking. Perhaps he had just better let her get it over with.
“Of course you’re not an idiot,” he murmured soothingly.
“Don’t try and fucking soothe me,” she snarled. “I’m pissed.”
“That came out wrong. But it must be obvious”—he nodded to the unmade bed—“that I want you around.”
Her jaw clenched. “So I’m good enough to screw but not good enough to work for you.”
He felt his own anger rise, heating his blood. With him still seated, he was staring straight at her chest. It was distracting and he closed his laptop and rose to his feet, then leaned his butt against the desk behind him and folded his arms across his chest.
Because otherwise, he might have grabbed hold of her and kissed her, and he was sure that wasn’t what she wanted right now. Right now, he reckoned she was more likely to punch him in the nose than to kiss him.
“Admit it. You think I’m not good enough.”
“That’s not what this is about. I just—”
“You don’t think a woman can protect you?”
“I never—”
“You don’t think I’m strong enough? You don’t think I could take you?” She took a step toward him and poked him in the chest. Hard.
He unfolded his arms and straightened away from the desk. She wanted a fight? Maybe he should give her one. “No. I don’t think a woman can take a man. The size is too different.” He cast his eyes down her tiny figure and drawled, “You’re too small.”
Her eyes narrowed to slits. Then she spun around and high-kicked him in the chest. He went to the floor with a crash and lay staring up at the ceiling.
Shit. That hurt, and not just his male pride.
It felt as though he’d been hit by a truck.
He turned his head as she came to stand beside him, then toed him in the chest with one sneaker-clad foot.
“So? Still think a woman can’t take a man?”
“You took me by surprise, that’s all. I wasn’t actually expecting you to kick me. You won’t manage it again.” Actually, she might. She’d moved incredibly fast. But next time, he’d be ready.
He dragged himself to his feet and brushed himself down, watching her warily out of the corner of his eye. This time he saw the slight movement before she swung and he was ready. He feinted to the side, then grabbed her ankle as she kicked out, pulling her off balance.
He released her as she stumbled and she righted herself, then hit out with her right hand, catching him across the chest so he staggered back.
Now he was seriously pissed. “So you like it rough, baby?”
She blinked at his words, her gaze flicking down his body, lingering on his dick, and he knew she wanted him.
“Is that what this is all about?” He took a step toward her and this time she backed away. “You know you only had to ask.”
His cock liked the idea. He held her gaze while he shoved one hand down his pants and grabbed his hardening shaft. “My dick is willing to play. It likes you all hot and sweaty.”
She backed up another step, came up against the edge of the desk, and licked her lips.
“You don’t really want to fight me, honey,” he murmured. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me instead?”
She shook her head, but her breathing increased, her breasts rising and falling. And if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see her nipples pebbled against the tight Lycra.
He squeezed his cock and his balls tightened. “Say the word, Dani.”
Her gaze fell, and he pushed his pants down so she could see his erection. She licked her lips and blood shot to his groin. “Yes.”
It was enough. He grabbed a foil packet from the table by the bed and rolled it onto his cock. Then grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, pushing her forward so she braced herself with her palms flat against the smooth wood of the desk. He shoved one thigh between her legs, pressing up against her sex.
He dragged the tight shorts down over her hips and legs, then pushed them off and stood back. She had a gorgeous ass, tight from all that running and training. He considered his options. It seemed a pity, but she had just knocked him flat, so he deserved a little retaliation. He raised his hand and brought it down on her left buttock. Heard her moan, but it wasn’t from pain, and he brought his hand down on her right side. Her ass lifted a little, blushed pink, and he slapped her again. She liked it—he could tell from the little mewling sounds trickling from her throat, the way her ass pushed backward and her legs parted so he could see the red-gold curls between, and his dick got even harder.
Shit, he was so hard. He needed to be inside her now. He ran his hand down the crevice of her ass, slipped it between her legs, delving between the slippery folds of her sex to find her hot and more than ready for him.
“Hold on tight,” he whispered and shoved inside her hard. “Oh Christ, that feels so fucking good.”
His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, and he pumped into her hard and fast. His balls ached and he wasn’t going to last, but he wanted her to come first. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he slipped his other hand between her thighs. He found the swollen nub and massaged it with his finger and thumb as he slammed into her. She screamed, her knees gave beneath her, and she would have fallen without his arm supporting her. Leaning over her, he nipped the soft skin of her throat with his teeth as he found his own release inside her. He buried himself deep as the pleasure blazed through him, from his cock to his balls, up his spine, radiating out.
They stood, his body wrapped around her while he waited for his heart rate to settle and his legs to steady. Finally, he picked her up and dropped her on the middle of the huge bed. She stared up at him, a dazed expression in her eyes. At least she didn’t look like she wanted to kick him again.
“You hit me,” she murmured, rolling onto her side and trying to peer at her bottom.
He rubbed his hand over her ass. “Yeah. You want me to do it again?”
“Maybe. But not right now.” She stretched and winced. “Is this where you admit that you’re kinky? Can I expect anything really weird?”
“No, nothing really weird. I’ve tried some of that stuff and the whole scene does nothing for me. But maybe just a little bit…”
“A little bit?”
He rubbed her ass again. “A little spanking, a little bondage…”