He barked out a laugh. “I guess death threats are okay when given as an honest answer.”
She snarled.
“You’ve told us about the schematics and a little bit about the Bunker, but you know you’re going to have to tell us all of it, right?” he asked.
“Yes, but some of it’s hard to explain unless you understand the computer systems,” she said.
“Understood.” He patted her butt, and she hissed. “One more question. Are you turned on right now?”
Her body ached, and she wanted to rip his clothes off and jump his bones. Yet she was beyond furious, and a good part of her wanted to kick his ass into the next county and back . . . twice. “I don’t know what I am.”
“Fair enough.” He lifted his leg and released her arms, hauling her to her feet.
Her butt stung, and her ego smarted. She wobbled and then regained her balance. Without even thinking, she hauled off and punched him square in the face.
His head jerked back.
She moved her leg into an attack position.
He held up a hand. “I gave you one because that was fair. Hit or kick me again, and I’ll stop playing.”
She fought the urge to rub her sore ass. “That was you playing?”
“Yeah.” He crossed his arms across his chest. “Now the power and decisions are yours. You gonna stay and see where this takes us, or you gonna be a scared little brat and run away?”
So much confusion rolled through her, she couldn’t think of an appropriate answer. But her body was primed and ready. She wasn’t even sure she could walk, and it wasn’t from his silly spanking. How was it possible to ache this badly? “I don’t want words or promises or any of your slow shit, Texas.”
His nostrils flared at the nickname, and his body seemed to vibrate in place. “Spell it out for me. What do you want?”
“Fast and hard.”
She’d barely gotten the last word out before she found herself on her back on the bed, her yoga pants spinning across the room. She barked out a startled laugh as he shucked his jeans, and then he was on her.
He ripped off his shirt, exposing all of those hard muscles. She shimmied out of her top.
“You sure?” he asked, poised at her entrance.
“Yes.” She bent her knees.
In record time, he rolled on a condom. Where the hell had the condom come from? She barely had time to register the thought before he moved again. He shoved inside her hard, stealing her breath away. He set a fast rhythm, and she came instantly, crying out his name.
Her nails dug into his back, and she clasped her feet together, holding on with all of her strength. He hammered inside her, stroking deep, one hand flattening across her butt and half lifting her from the bed.
He squeezed fresh bruises, sending erotic pain through her erogenous zones.
She gasped, and he chuckled, doing it again.
“More,” she murmured against his damp shoulder.
He increased his pace, and the strength of his thrusts shoved the mattress hard against the wall.
“I’m still mad at you,” she ground out, shutting her eyes to just feel.
“We have all night for you to forgive me.” He leaned down and bit her shoulder with enough strength to give her pause.
Her nails raked his back. “We’ll see.”
He angled up, brushed her clit, and she detonated. Waves pummeled through her, sparking raw nerves, taking everything she was. She opened her mouth in a silent scream.
