fiercest, most independent females I’ve ever known.
And with me, she wants one thing. She wants me to fight her for it, and she wants me to win. That’s what her body tells me even when her mouth rebels. She wants me to earn it and to prove I’m sticking around for more than an easy fling. That’s just fine with me. I have no intention of this being a fling.
I can read her like a book—every scowl is another page, every retort another chapter. I hear what she’s not saying. That she wants this. That she’s scared. That she hates both of those things. So I’ve got my work cut out for me.
Carefully, because I don’t want to push her too much too fast, I skim my hands down her sides until I can rest them on her hips. My eyes don’t leave hers in the mirror, but she’s focused on my hands as I gently slip up the hem of her shirt and stay right there, my thumbs drawing circles over her skin.
“Tell me right now.”
“You don’t get to dictate anything to me,” she says with an uppity sniff, like she’s trying to pretend like I’m not affecting her.
I laugh darkly. “Oh, Jet Plane. We’re going to have so much fun.”
My words make a shiver travel down her back. “I told you, I have Cliff—”
One of my hands moves up, a finger dipping into the cleft of her belly button. “And I told you, there’s room enough for both.”
Her lips thin. “Fine,” she says.
I cock a brow at her tone. “Fine, what?”
“Dude, fuck off,” she hisses. “What do you want from me?”
I reach up further and lightly pinch her right on the edge of her breast, making her jump. But she doesn’t try to pull away. She doesn’t try to retaliate. In fact, besides the scowl, the other reaction I get is her ass grinding into my rock hard cock. She likes the way I’m playing her body, and she wants more.
“You know what I want,” I tell her, as I bring both hands up to fill my hands with her gorgeous tits. I squeeze them tightly, making her breath catch. “I want you to say how badly you want me to fuck you. I want you to admit that you want me to bend you over and dominate you right now. That you crave me just as much as I crave you.”
“Is that all?” she snarks.
My fingers pull at her nipples, making her whimper, not in pain, but in pleasure.
“For now.”
My dark promise makes her tongue come out to lick her lips in anticipation.
Jetta shores up her pride and turns around with her chin tilted up, meeting me in a sexual challenge. “Fine. I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want to fuck each other until we’re sick of each other, and I like the fight too,” she admits, somewhat breathless despite the fact that she’s trying to be tough shit.
I swoop down and suck in her bottom lip, replacing the moisture from her tongue with that of my own. I want to taste those words. Swallow down her confession and seal it with a carnal promise.
“That’s right, Jet,” I tell her, my hands moving down to grip her ass again. I can’t get enough of it. “Except I’m not going to get sick of you. And I’m going to make damn sure that you don’t get sick of me.”
“Cocky.”
“Correct.”
I lean in to steal another kiss from her argumentative lips, but she puts up a hand between our lips to block me. “We’re not fucking in this bathroom, and we sure as hell aren’t fucking until you don’t smell like a dumpster anymore.”
I grin and pull away. “I’ll give you no more than an hour,” I tell her. “And then I’m going to fuck you until your throat is hoarse from screaming my name. So let’s get to work de-spraying me.”
Jetta lets out a long breath as I step away, like I sucked up all the oxygen while I was so close to her. I watch her try to regain her composure, but her dilated eyes and erect nipples fill me with masculine pride. Oh, she wants to be fucked. And I’m going to give her what she wants soon. Very, very soon. But she’s right, smelling like ass isn’t sexy.
She clears her throat awkwardly, pretending like she’s not wet between the thighs as she gathers up the bottles and starts filling up