He looked at me like he wanted to tear me apart. But he spoke calmly.
I hesitated, then sauntered toward him. I had no idea what we were doing—he was so fucking unpredictable, it drove me nuts—but I was game for where this seemed to be heading.
He didn’t need to know that, though.
I wanted him to suffer a little for the way he’d teased me. If he wanted me the way it appeared he did, why the hell hadn’t he acted like it before?
Men. So annoying.
Was it any wonder I didn’t want to deal with one on a daily basis?
“Here I am.” We faced each other—a standoff. In my bare feet, my head was level with his chest. He had pert nipples the color of wine. My favorite color. “Shall we see who draws first?”
“Pretty sure I have the only weapon in this contest.”
“So let’s see it, big talker.” I cocked my head. “Or are you chicken?”
He smiled—and dropped his hands.
I looked down—and gasped.
I couldn’t help it. There it was, right in front of me, the Dick that Got Away. And it was big and hard and thick. It was one of those pretty ones, too, know what I mean? One of those tall, symmetrical ones planted in a manscaped yard? Figured that Quinn would have a perfect dick. It was probably magical too.
I was dying to play with it.
Lick it like a Popsicle. Suck it like a peppermint. Ride it like a pony.
But I wouldn’t let on.
I met his eyes again, kept my cool. “Impressive.”
“Thank you. Your turn.”
I tapped my cheek with one finger. “Well, now, hold on. I have to think about this. If I don’t drop my panties, you win. I think I need to know what’s at stake here.”
“What’s your prize going to be?” I thought for sure he’d say something like a blowjob or butt stuff, so I was shocked when he answered in an entirely different way.
“A date with you.”
I dropped my arms. “A what with me?”
“You heard me. If I win, you have to go out with me—and no sex on the first date.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
He smiled. “Nope.”
For fuck’s sake, this was ridiculous. He had a massive erection right now! Why did he want to date me? Couldn’t we just fuck like two normal adults without feelings? He was making this way too complicated.
I shoved my underwear down, kicked them off, and stood up. “I win,” I announced.
“I don’t know about that,” he said, but his eyes were drinking me in, and his cock was jumping between us. “I think I’d call this a draw.”
“So what do we do?” My breath was coming faster. Between the nearness of his naked body, the smell of his skin, and the way he was looking at me, I was about to lose control. Was this on or not?
He moved closer to me, so close my nipples grazed his chest, which sent bolts of pure lust straight between my legs. Moving my braid aside, he lowered his mouth to my shoulder and brushed it softly up the side of my neck. “What do you want for your prize?” he whispered in my ear.
I shivered. “You know what I want.”
“Well then, maybe we can come to some sort of agreement…” His eyes flicked to the bed. “On this bargaining table here.”
Oh, it was on.
I licked my lips and caressed the tip of his cock with my fingertips. “I’d like to open negotiations.”
“Fuck.” He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, pinning my wrists over my head. His hips anchored mine, his erection trapped between us. “I can’t think if you touch me like that.”
I wrapped my legs around him, my heart pounding. “Thinking is overrated. What do you say we just feel our way through this?”
He crushed his lips to mine.
Finally. Fucking finally.
Ten years I’d waited for this kiss—and by the way, hell yes, it was worth the wait.
With my arms restrained above my head, I couldn’t get my hands on him like I’d been wanting to, but I used my legs to pull him closer and lifted my hips against his. He kissed me hard and deep, his tongue stroking mine, his scruff rubbing against my chin.
As the kiss deepened, I felt my desire for him surging through my body like a hurricane, gathering force and speed and intensity. He moved over me, rolling his hips so his cock rubbed against me in just the right way. Bucking up beneath him, my body begged for more.
His mouth traveled down my neck to my chest, and I arched my back, anxious to feel his lips on my skin. My nipples tingled and hardened, and I cried out when he sucked on one, then the other, taking the tight little peak between his teeth and biting lightly.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck yes. Bite me.”
He groaned, swirling his tongue around the tip before closing his teeth around it once more and flicking it with his tongue. It felt so fucking good—that simultaneous sting of pain and flutter of pleasure, plus his cock rubbing against my clit—I could have come inside a minute.
I like sex fast and hard and focused on the finish—no lazy lovemaking. For me, the best part about sex is the aggression of it. The chase, the climb, the race for the prize.
I loved feeling like I couldn’t wait to tear the clothes off a man and let our basest urges take over. It turned me on when a man wanted me so badly he turned almost violent with it, like an animal. Sometimes it made me want to tame him—take control and boss him all the way to the finish when I was ready (and I hadn’t had any complaints so far…most guys are happy to come sooner rather than later). Other times, I enjoyed being ravaged and letting them go all alpha male on me. Either way, it was more about the act itself and the roles we played than the person—I didn’t date that much and even when I did, somehow the best sex was never with those guys, anyway. Sexual chemistry was always better with men I kept at a personal distance.
But speaking of sexual chemistry.
I was burning up for Quinn Rusek, about to combust.
“Quinn,” I panted. “I want you inside me. Now.”
Turns out MAN CANDY muse and cover model Dima Gornovskyi is just as beautiful (and tall) in real life as he is in a book–and also charming and kind and generous! He sometimes attends signings with me (He we are at SASS 2017 with a reader–Hi Amber!–in Baltimore). Check my event schedule to find out where we’re signing next!
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