“Do it,” she gritted out.
She was daring him to kill her. To snap her pretty little neck. Despite her whole-heartedly trying to kill him until this moment, he couldn’t do it.
Greg released her and took a step back. “No.”
Zoe bent down and retrieved her knife. Greg was prepared to defend himself again, but he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Fight me,” she challenged.
“No,” he shook his head, “I’m not going to fight you anymore.”
“Come on, finish it,” Zoe demanded, daring him to finish her off.
Gregstood there, still as a statue. The knife pressed firmly at her carotid artery. He could end her life with just a flick of his wrist. “No.” He stepped back, dropping the knife to his side in a loosened grip. He didn’t want to hurt her. The thought was abhorrentto him.[ST1]
Zoe kneed him in the stomach and swiped the knife from his hand, aimingit at his own neck. Still, he didn’t move.
They locked eyes. For the first time since he’d entered her home, she didn’t look angry. She looked conflicted, even though the knife at his neck was steady.
“Finish it then.” He threw her words back at her.
“Don’t think I won’t,” she hissed between gritted teeth. Her eyes said she could do it along with her tone; her body was rigid as if one false move on his part would have him meeting his maker.
“Then do it. I won’t stop you.” There wasn’t anything he could do. With a flick of her wrist, he’d bleed to death before he could defend himself.
Greg could see the indecision in her eyes. She didn’t want to kill him. He took that as his answer.
Greg pushed the knife away as if it were no more than a pesky fly and not a sharp blade that couldhave ended his life, and he kissed her.
Zoe didn’t resist. Her mouth opened, and his tongue darted inside. He groaned at the spicy taste of her. Damn, everything about this woman was fire.
His hand cupped the side of her face as the other slidaround her ample round backside and pulled her closer so they touched from chest to pelvis. Zoe groaned against his lips and hiked a leg over his hip. The knife clanged against the linoleumfloor, neither caring about it further.
He skimmed his fingers down past her puckered hole, feeling it flutter against his finger—another time—before he reached further to her warm haven, her juices instantly soaking his finger.
Naughty girl. Getting off on their fight. So had he. His cock now pressed painfully against the fly of his jeans, threatening to leave an indent.Greg hadn’t allowed himself to get distracted by her nude body during their fight. Now he was taking advantage of it fully.
He’d imagined more times than he could count what her body looked like. Beating off to the image. The reality was so much better. Her body was incredible. Such soft skin encompassing steel muscle.
Zoe wrapped both arms around his neck and hoisted herself up, clinging to him like a monkey. Not that he minded. “Fuck me,” she mumbled against his lips. Her fingers scrambled between them to pull up his shirt and get to his pants.
He’d never had a woman so eager for his cock before. Normally he liked to take his time. Make a woman come a few times before sinking into her and feeling her constrict around his cock, but his body had a mind of its own, and he pushed her against the fridge. He pulled his pelvis back and wedged a hand between them, tearing open his jeans.
Greg hissed out a harsh breath, feeling instant relief at finally being freed from his confines. He lowered his jeans to mid-thigh and lined himself up.
Zoe lowered herself down, not waiting for him to thrust up. Greg braced a hand on the fridge and kept one hand on her butt cheek as he pounded into her. She grunted with every thrust slamming her into the stainless steel. He could feel the flex of powerful muscles as she lifted and lowered herself, meeting him thrust for thrust.
She pushed against him so her shoulders were resting on the fridge and only where they were joined did they touch. He felt his cock rub against the front of her womb. With the distance between them, it gave him free access to flick his thumb over her engorged clit.
Zoe reached behind her, clinging to the top of the fridge, her eyes closed in rapture as she bit her lip. Her legs began to shake so he worked her faster, needing to see her come apart for him.
He loved seeing the open vulnerability on her face. Her openness as she trusted him with her body. This was the most unguarded he’d seen her since he’d met her. It was like meeting a completely new woman. “You going to come for me, kitten?”
“Yes,” she mumbled. “So close, Logan. Don’t stop.”
He hated hearing his fake name on her lips, especially as he was bringing her pleasure. It was like someone else was giving it to her. He would tell her who he really was after this. Then he would only ever hear his real name as she bellowed it.
Later.
