“I did. I am. And it’s not going to happen. I’m going to fight.”
His arms tightened around me. “After yesterday, you expect me to just let you walk into the ring, just like that.”
“Yes. After yesterday, and all the days that come after. I may be crazy, Fox, but I was my sanest when I had those fucking gloves on my hands.” I broke the cage of his arms around me and rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed, cursing at the fall of hair in my face. I fumbled a hair band off my wrist and twisted it up.
Already I could feel my ill-fitting chick persona receding. I wanted to be a fighter again. I hadn’t realized how much I needed that sense of purpose until it was taken away from me.
Until I gave it away, for love. Nothing else would be worth the loss.
“I never said you were crazy.”
“I don’t have to name the sunset to know the sun’s going down. I’m not balanced quite right. That’s obvious.”
“Who’s to say who’s balanced? That isn’t the point.”
I whirled to face him, unable to restrain my anger. “Oh yeah? What is it then?”
“You’re out of shape,” he said flatly.
For a moment, I had no response. Words fled my brain, my heart. Him saying that to me was akin to a boyfriend telling his girl that yes, that blue dress did make her look fat.
Then I reacted the way I would’ve in the beginning, back when we’d met. I reared back and punched him in the gut.
“Christ.” He didn’t clutch his stomach, but he went satisfactorily pale. And I didn’t even feel guilty.
Fucker. He’d deserved it.
While he was still prone, I climbed on top of him and wrapped my fingers around his throat, right below his Adam’s apple. “You think I couldn’t take you? That I’m too out of shape to hurt you good? You never got the full effect of me in crazy bitch mode, Knox, but we can rectify that. Right now.”
His eyes, so wild and blue, burned into mine. I felt his cock rear between my legs, already seeking its target. I wouldn’t make it that easy on him.
Everything had been too easy between us for too long. He thought the problem was we needed more romance. No, we needed this. Not just to fuck, but to fight. For ourselves, for each other. That was the only way to prove the goal was worth the challenge.
“I never thought you’d go for a sucker punch,” he said, jostling me on his groin. He smiled triumphantly when I gasped as his dick swiped over my clit, just one rough rub.
I shrugged. “Suckers get punched.”
He sat up so swiftly that I didn’t have time to counter. In an instant I was on my back and he was between my legs, pressing his arm against the backs of my thighs to hold them in place. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. And then his mouth was on me, and he wasn’t licking or kissing so much as eating me alive. Ravenously. As if he’d been starved for my taste, and this was to be his last meal.
I railed against his hold, scissoring my legs, trying to get a handhold on his hair. But he was too fast, and too strong. He grabbed me and flipped me over onto my knees, impaling me with one powerful thrust that ripped a scream of pure pleasure from my throat. He fisted his hand in my hair and dragged back my head, meeting my g
aze in the mirror opposite us with a feral gleam. “Now who’s a sucker?”
Dropping my head forward between my spread arms, I let my shoulders sag. He relaxed, though he continued to pound his cock into me like we both hadn’t just had head-exploding orgasms twenty minutes ago.
He needed this every bit as much as I did. Maybe some part of him craved the hearts-and-flowers too, but this kind of physical sex sated us both.
And I was about to bring it all the way home.
When his thumb lowered to the back of my neck to stroke, to soothe, I kicked back against his braced thigh, shifting until I knocked the leg out from underneath him. He pulled out of me with a drag of flesh that made my eyes cross, and not entirely in a good way. Then he was on his back and I was on top of him again, an arm against his throat and my bare pussy hovering over his straining cock.
“Tsk, tsk,” I breathed in his ear. “Didn’t your trainer ever tell you not to lower your guard? Especially with someone who knows all your weaknesses?” I rubbed against him, spreading heat and wetness along his length until a growl emanated from his throat. “Like this. Like you wanting inside me so much that you’re willing to let me have my way, just so you can fuck my agreement out of me. You know I love your cock. It makes me stupid.”
“Speaking of stupid…” he muttered, lifting his head and raising a brow at the situation between his legs. I lifted my arm enough so he could speak more clearly. “Goddamn pretty pussy always screws me over.”
“It’s not screwing you over right now, and you hate that.” I bit his earlobe and he growled again, pushing faintly against my arm as if in warning. He’d happily pin me one more time, and I’d let him because the thrill of sneaking past his guard again and again made me so wet and hot that I could feel my arousal slipping down my inner thighs. Coating us both.
“Sadistic witch.”