Page 52 of Against The Boards

“No…” I moaned while he licked and sucked at my flesh on that spot that got me going.

“More than you weigh, so shut up and let me.”

“Mmm,” I moaned and angled my head to give him more access to my neck.

“Is that the only way to get you to stop arguing? Huh, bad girl? Kiss you senseless?” he whispered into my ear.

His voice rumbled in a combination of frustration and desire, matching the heat building up inside my body. This man frustrated me to no end, but he was also my weakness. I wanted him to touch every part of me until I was begging him to stop. I knew I shouldn’t want that with him again—he was supposed to be my mortal enemy forever—but I didn’t think about my grudge against him when he held me in his arms and kissed me.

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.

Suddenly the world spun, and I was on my back as he settled me on the bed. I looked into the dark eyes of the giant kneeling in-between my legs. He hovered over me, and his hands gently caressed my face. He was a man of contradiction. Gravely voice and brutish aggression, but his caresses were feather-light and gentle. When he stopped kissing me, I remembered why I was so mad at him.

“Are you gonna be a good girl now and stop arguing with me?” he asked.

I glared up at him. “Fuck no! I’m still pissed at you for trying to start a fight.”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need your protection. Who says I need you to protect me from drunk assholes?”

“I love your curves,” he whispered. His hand slid down from my chest to my torso; his fingers hooked onto the belt loops of my jeans.

I ground my teeth at him, even though the other part of me didn’t want him to stop touching me. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“You don’t deserve for people to treat you that way.”

I glared at him. “Don’t you think I already know that?”

“That’s what I like about you.”

“What?” I screeched.

I thought we were still fighting. Why was he talking about liking me?

“You don’t give a single fuck what anyone thinks about you. You’re feisty and confident. It’s so sexy.”

I gripped his shirt in my hands and pulled him back down to my level roughly. “Get back down here and kiss me like you mean it.”

He obliged, but like the tease he was, he only kissed me for a split second. “I’m gonna show you how much I mean it. Show you what you deserve.”

I arched an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah? What do I deserve?”

“To be worshipped like the goddess you are.” He kissed my neck and nipped at my earlobe. His breath was hot in my ear. “I’m going to shed you of all these clothes and worship every inch of your body until you beg me to stop. Until I’ve drained you of every last drop of pleasure.”

“Fuck…”

“And then I’m gonna keep going.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Do it!” I growled. I needed him inside me. I needed him to make me feel like I was loved.

“Patience, bad girl,” he cooed. “I want to savor you.”

He gave me a cocky smirk when all I could do in response was whimper at how painfully horny I was.

Chapter Sixteen

BENNY