Page 56 of Ace of Spades

She kept her gaze on his as she slowly pulled down the zipper. A muscle ticked in his jaw, the only indication that he wasn’t unaffected by what was happening between them. He had on a pair of black briefs, and she put her hand on him, cupping his erection. It pulsed against her palm at the same time he hissed. She squeezed her fingers around him, dragging them up his length. His throat flexed as he swallowed hard.

“Off,” she said, letting go of him and tugging on his jeans.

He hopped off the bed. After pulling two condoms out of his pocket and dropping them on the nightstand, he pushed his pants andbriefs down. Her eyes feasted on his body. He wasn’t overly muscled, more on the lean side, actually. As far as she was concerned, he was perfect. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, and oh God, his hair. She thought that was her favorite thing about him, or maybe it was his face. The high cheekbones, straight nose, full lips, black eyes, and the scruff on his cheeks were enough to send her libido into a screaming frenzy.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I won’t last five minutes.”

She licked her lips, hiding a smile when he made a noise deep in his throat. Something grew inside her, a sense that she had power over this man. She’d never felt that with her only two boyfriends, and she liked it.

“Then we’ll just go for a round two.” She turned onto her side, resting her head on her hand, and looked up at him. “Unless you’re not man enough for me.”

His lips curved into that wicked smile she was learning to love. “Are you challenging me, tiger?”

“Hmm, maybe.” That was the thing about them. They were highly competitive when they got physical. When they worked out, neither gave way, both determined to best the other. The sexual tension between them always hit its zenith during those hours on the mat. She loved that, and wanted the same thing in the bedroom. A test of wills with him was a huge turn-on.

He stretched out next to her and put his hands on the sides of her head, pulling her mouth to his. After kissing her senseless, he lifted his face. “Challenge accepted. In fact, before the night is over, you’ll be begging for mercy.”

“You know I never beg.” Before he could respond, she slid down his body. “I think you’re the one who’ll be begging.”

“Taylor,” he rasped when he realized where she was headed. He buried his hands in her hair. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to, so hush.”

He didn’t give her more than a few minutes before he said, “Enough.”

No sooner than the word was out of his mouth, she found herself flipped onto her back, his body covering hers. “Well, hello,” she said. He stared down at her as if she were a puzzle he couldn’t figure out. “That was like tasting the sea. Warm and salty.” She swiped her tongue over her lips, greedy for more of him. She palmed his jaw. “What are you thinking right now?”

Irritation glimmered in his eyes. “Fuck if I know how I resisted you as long as I did.”

“And that makes you mad?”

“Yeah, it does.”