“Say it,” he growled against her throat.
“Nuh-uh.” She shook her head. Her eyes closed. A grin on her face.
He bit the tendon on her neck, hard, and Magenta saw stars. Her insides melted.
“Again,” she ordered.
“Say you love me and I’ll do it again.”
Mean. That was just mean. Fine. Two could play at that game. She pressed upwards, tucking her face into his neck. She licked a trail from his shoulder to his ear before grasping his earlobe in her teeth. His breathing was strained. His muscles taut.
“Are you sure you aren’t the one who’s going to give in under pressure?” she whispered against his ear.
He shuddered, growled like an animal. That made her laugh. A laugh that stopped abruptly when his hand curved around her breast and his mouth descended on her nipple. She was so sensitive to his touch that it was almost painful. He sucked hard. Her body bowed beneath him. The moan she made torn from her throat. Her fingers clinging to his shoulders.
“Say it. Say you love me,” he rasped against her.
“I. Love…” He sucked in a breath as he stilled over her. “Your shoulders.”
He growled as she laughed and gasped and moaned in quick succession. She was delirious with wanting him. More than that, she was having fun with him, and that delighted everything within her.
“Evil woman.” He nipped her breast. “Obviously I need to up the stakes.”
He crawled down her body until he was kneeling between her legs. She should have felt self-conscious as he studied her, but the desire in his eyes made her feel needy.
“Now.” He traced his finger along the edge of her underwear. “What would make you surrender fastest?” His smile was so sexy it should have been banned.
“Nothing. There’s nothing you can do that will get me to say the words you want.” She fought a giggle.
“Fighting words.” His thumbs hooked under her underwear at her hips.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he peeled them down, moving back off the bed so he could get them off her. He stood at the end of the bed while she lay naked before him. Spread out like dessert at a buffet.
“Take off your jeans,” she ordered.
He cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands. Tell me you love me and I’ll take them off.”
She laughed so hard her whole body shook. “Isn’t that cutting your nose off to spite your face? Don’t you want your jeans off?”
His cheeks flushed red. “Damn it, Magenta, you make my IQ drop to double digits. It’s impossible to think straight around you.”
She took that as a compliment. Grumbling, he removed his jeans and underpants. She sucked in a breath as he stood before her. Six foot two of solid, delicious man.
“You like?”
“Oh yeah.” She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
“You want?”
“Oh yeah.”
With a cocky grin, he crawled up her body until his face loomed over hers. He held himself above her on hands and knees. “Well, all you have to do is say the words, and all this is yours.”
Magenta laughed until her stomach ached. Harry stayed perched above her, waiting patiently.
“Stupid man,” she said at last. “It’s all mine anyway.”
She ran her hands over his chest and stomach. He stiffened, waiting to see what she would do. Heady from the power she had over him, Magenta wrapped a hand around his shaft.