She doesn't pull away. Instead, she turns her hand in my grip until our palms are pressed together, her fingers interlacing with mine. The gesture is strangely intimate, more so than anything we've done.
“Then give me a reason to,” she whispers.
Something dark snaps inside me.
“You want to know what I'll do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “I'll fuck you so goddamn thoroughly that the thought of anyone else touching you will make you sick. I'll ruin you for every other man who thinks he has a chance.”
Her pupils dilate, her breath catching. “Big words, Coach King. But talk is cheap.”
“Room. Now.” I release her wrist and stand up, throwing enough cash on the table to cover both our meals and then some.
She looks up at me, challenge written all over her face. “Make me.”
I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “If I have to make you, trouble, you won't be able to walk tomorrow. And not in the fun way.”
Chapter 13
Hennessy
The way he growls those words at me in the restaurant—that's exactly what I want. The real Beckham Kingston, not the uptight coach everyone else gets.
The elevator ride is silent, so much tension I can barely breathe. He doesn't touch me, but his eyes never leave me, predatory and dark. When we reach my floor, I walk ahead of him, feeling his gaze burning into my back. My hands shake slightly as I fumble with the key card, excitement and anticipation making my movements clumsy.
The lock clicks, and I barely get the door open before Beckham's pushing me inside. The door slams behind us, and in one fluid motion, he spins me around, pressing me face-first against it. His massive body cages me in.
“Beckham—” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Shut up.” His hand slides down my side, over my hip, then straight down the front of my leggings. No hesitation, no asking permission. His fingers find me instantly, and fuck, I'm already wet forhim.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, kicking my feet apart with his own.
“Fuck,” I gasp as his middle finger slides through my folds.
His other hand grips my jaw, turning my head to the side. His breath is hot against my cheek, his beard scratching my skin as he leans in close.
“You wanted this?” he growls, voice feral and dangerous. “Now you're gonna take everything I've been holding back.”
His mouth crashes into mine, the kiss brutal and possessive. His beard scrapes against my skin, and I can taste whiskey on his tongue as it forces its way between my lips.
His fingers circle my clit roughly, and I moan into his mouth. He's not being gentle, not taking his time. This isn't about making me feel good; it’s about so much more.
“You think you can tease me?” he growls against my ear, his teeth nipping at my lobe. “Think you can push me and push me and there won't be consequences?”
I try to answer, but his fingers slide inside me, two at once, and all that comes out is a broken whimper. He curls them forward, finding that spot that makes my knees buckle, and I have to brace myself against the door to stay upright.
“Answer me,” he demands, his hand moving from my jaw to my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse race.
“I—fuck—I knew there would be,” I gasp as his thumb circles my clit. “That's why I did it.”
“Then you're about to get exactly what you wanted,” he growls, pulling his fingers out of me.
Before I can even catch my breath, he's yanking my sweater over my head and throwing it somewhere behindhim. His hands are everywhere at once, rough and demanding as he tears my leggings down my legs.
“Step out,” he commands, and I kick them away, now standing in just my bra and panties.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and rips them clean off me. The sound of tearing fabric makes me gasp, but there's no time to react before he's unhooking my bra with one practiced motion.
“You're fucking perfect,” he says, his eyes raking over my naked body. His hands are already working at his own clothes, yanking his sweatshirt off to reveal that broad chest covered in dark hair.
