“Tell me, Bishop. What were you thinking about when we were in the ring?”
Nothing I will ever admit to you…
Because he did that on purpose. He got me worked up and toyed with me in that ring in order to force this showdown. And I hate that I walked right into his trap.
I swallow thickly, trying to clear my head of the vivid images flashing through it right now—of the way he tied me up, of how he ate me like a starved man who couldn’t get enough, of how he fucked me so slowly that it was like torture, only to finally give me what I needed in the best way possible.
And now I can feel his hard length pressed against my leg, straining and so ready, and my body’s primed for him again, my pussy throbbing and clenching for something that isn’t there but could be so quickly and easily.
“Did you think about how good it felt to have my cock inside you?”
I shudder and shake my head, refusing to look away even though the longer I stare into his eyes, the harder it gets to attempt to remain unaffected by him and our current position. “No.”
He chuckles low, the vibration of his chest against my hands somehow going straight through my entire body and centering between my legs.
“Liar.” He nips at my bottom lip, then reaches down to lift my leg and drag it up over his hip so he can press his cock directly between them, in the spot that so desperately aches for it. “You thought about this. About doing it again.”
I shake my head again, this time clenching my eyes closed, unable to look into his because I know I’ll get lost swimming in them again, just like I did the other night.
He grips my chin with his free hand tightly. “Look at me, Bishop.”
Those words snap my lids open again, almost as if they have some magical quality I can’t fight.
And fuck, I was right.
The warm blue depths look so inviting. His mouth is so close to mine. His hard cock is pressed so tightly along my core. That scent of his seems even stronger, mixing with his sweat and the clean soap sitting on the ledge beside me.
All of it is too much.
I might have had the willpower to resist him if I continued to stay away and put the very real physical space between us like I have over the last several days, but not like this.
Like this…I’m a goner.
Something has to give.
Something has to snap.
And it’s me.
I slam my mouth to his, grinding my hips to give myself the friction my body so desperately demands. He groans low and deep, pressing against me even tighter as the water continues to beat down at his back. He moves his hand from my thigh up to the waistband of my shorts and starts to tug them down, but I tear my mouth from his.
“Here? Now?”
His brow furrows, his eyes darkening. “Do you seriously think being in the locker room of your cousin’s gym is going to stop me from getting inside you right now, Hellcat?”
It’s a pointless question since we both know the answer before he even says the words, and I drop my foot and allow him to shove my shorts down. I toe off my shoes, and he grabs my panties in his hand and tugs hard.
They rip off, and just like the other night, the sound of that fabric tearing is enough to make me buck against him. He captures my mouth again as he glides his hand up between my thighs and slips two fingers into me easily.
“Good God, woman.” His lips roam over mine. “You’re going to get what you want. Hard and fast.”
God, yes…
He curls his fingers deep into my G-spot and slides his thumb up over my clit, making me twitch in his hold. “Even though all I want to do is drop to my knees and taste you again…I don’t have the willpower to wait today. Not after the way you’ve been ducking and avoiding me this week.”
At the moment, I can’t remember why I was doing that.
All I know is that this feels right.
