I spread my legs to cage her as I plunge a hand down the back of her pants, past her ass and to her opening. Which is—bingo—wet.
I waste no time in hooking two fingers inside her.
She melts back against my chest, gasping. “I hate you,” she lies. “I hate you so much.”
I bite down on her earlobe, breathing into her hair as I press against her back. “Saying it twice doesn’t make it any truer.”
“I hate you.” She fumbles for the waistband of my joggers.
I swat her away. “This is my show, Cat. Just like you said. Just like everything else.” I yank the material out of her other hand too. “Hands on the door.”
She obeys, slapping her palms flat against the steel. The will scatters at our feet.
“Now don’t move.” I slide my fingers out of her.
She sighs audibly. Disappointed, maybe, but she won’t be for long.
I strip her pants and underwear down to her ankles, then remove one boot so I can tug her pants off and spread her legs wide. “Keep them there.”
She nods, her breath fogging against the door.
I rise back up and rip my own sweats down, just far enough to free my erect cock, and then I drive inside her. Furious or not, her hot, wet pussy is begging for this.
Up against the safe house’s front door, I slam into Cat until her feet leave the floor, my cock plunging in and out as I knead her sweet ass to get in deep.
She moans, her nails scrabbling. “Connor…god…Connor…”
Funny. Where’s all the hate in your voice now, Cat?
Like all real men, I’m a generous lover. Since I’m not sure if she can come this way, I inch a hand around to her clit to apply pressure with my palm.
That sets her off. “Connor…”
“You have my permission to come.” I smirk against her hair, because once she’s thinking clearly again, those words will just piss her off.
She climaxes while pounding on the door with her open palm and crying out my name.
I follow on the heels of her orgasm, groaning against her neck as I spill inside her.
Though my body spasms with pleasure, something doesn’t feel right.
Nothing wrong with fucking her from behind…but not when she’s so angry.
Not with me so desperate to keep her here, and her just as desperate to escape me.
Shit.
As my cock slowly slips out, Cat’s feet find the floor. Her legs tremble. I hold still against her back, supporting her weight as she regains control.
Finally, I release her and tuck myself into my pants.
Panting, she redresses and slips on her boot.
Only then does she spin toward me, with daggers in her eyes. If looks could kill… “You have my permission to come?”
My lips curl into an involuntary smirk. I predicted this was coming, but I shrug because I don’t know what she wants me to say. “It worked.”
“I was coming either way. I didn’t need your permission.” She crouches to regather the scattered will. Once she collects all the papers, she stands, pivots, and leaves without another word.
