Imagine With Me (With Me in Seattle 15)

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

“Oh, we passed this point long ago. You won’t run out of here now. We’re hours away from finishing this, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you run away just because your feelings are hurt that I don’t want your heroine to act like a fucking stereotypical female agent who thinks she has to prove her prick is bigger than everybody else’s.”

“She does!” she screams in my face. “You don’t get it because you’re a man—and young, and handsome—but trust me when I tell you that women do have to prove that their dicks are bigger than everyone else’s in this world, Shawn. And if you think otherwise, you’re delusional. I don’t care if it doesn’t look good for a movie screen. It’s real fucking life and sending her into that room acting all meek and polite isn’t going to get the job done.”

We’re glaring at each other now, breathing hard. The room sparks with sexual energy.

I don’t hesitate. I push her back against the wall and descend on her, kissing the hell out of her. She doesn’t push me away. She rips my shirt in half, shocking and delighting me at the same time.

The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as we struggle to get each other naked as fast as possible. I turn and carry her to the desk, reach into a drawer, and protect us both before I push inside of her and ride her with savage vigor.

Her eyes are on mine, a mixture of lust and hate in their depths as she grips me and gives just as good as she gets.

I’ve never had angry sex before. I don’t know that I’ve ever been this frustrated with another human being before.

“You drive me crazy,” she growls and fists her hands in my hair.

“Back at you, angel.” I bite the ball of her shoulder and then pull out of her so I can turn her over and bend her over the desk. I smack her ass, hard, before pushing back in. “If you’re being mean to drive me away, to make me hate you, it won’t fucking work.”

I can feel her slipping away from me. I’ve felt it all damn day, the distance and coldness. Maybe it’s her way of letting go now so it won’t bother her later. I know she won’t be here in another twenty-four hours. I’m not in love with her.

But I’m not ready to say goodbye.

And right now, in this moment, I don’t have to.

She pushes back against me and slams her fist into the top of the desk, again both surprising and delighting me. Her intensity, every time we do this, is maybe the sexiest thing about her.

She knows what she enjoys, and she knows what she wants from me, and that’s a turn-on. But she’s also not the kind of lover who takes control.

I wouldn’t be content with that.

She follows my lead and trusts me implicitly, even now when she’s spitting mad and ready to punch me.

I feel her muscles start to contract, but I don’t want her to come yet, so I pull out and squat behind her, spreading her cheeks wide before licking her wet slit.

“Damn you,” she moans.

“I didn’t say you could come yet.”

“You’re not the boss.”

But she whimpers when I tease her lips, and when I lightly drag my fingers over the globes of her ass, sending goose bumps rushing all over her.

“Oh, I do believe I am the boss right now, angel.”

Her breath catches as I stand and rub the head of my cock through her folds, then over her clit before pushing inside her again.

I set a punishing rhythm until we both crash over the waves of desire and fall into a fire so hot, it could incinerate everything around us.

“I’m still mad,” she whispers as she lies against the desk, catching her breath.

“That makes two of us,” I reply as I step back and discard the condom.

“What did that prove?”

“That despite the fact that I’m frustrated out of my bloody mind, I’m still hot as hell for you, Lex. And you’re sexy as fuck.”

She stands and turns to face me, naked and gorgeous, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her hair a mess from my hands.

“Being attracted to each other has never been an issue.”

“I didn’t think we had any issues to speak of.”

“Only your bullheadedness,” she says, shaking her head. “I need to go find some clothes that aren’t ruined so we can finish this.”

I hurry up behind her and scoop her up into my arms. I press my face to her neck as I carry her to my bedroom.

“Let’s not be angry, angel.”

“Then leave my story be.”

“Fine.” I sigh and lay her on the bed. “We’ll leave it as it is.”

She grins. “Thank you. Was that so hard?”