Page 68 of Fierce-Matt

“I was waiting for you.”

“And I was letting you do it.”

“Which is exactly what I figured after I pranced around half-naked in my bikini last week.”

“I knew you were teasing me. Testing me,” he said, his mouth crushing hers.

His tongue invaded her mouth, them dueling back and forth to see if one could be the victor.

She realized she didn’t want a winner. They’d both be able to claim the same prize if they finally let their guards down.

“Not on purpose,” she said. “Not fully. Could be I was testing myself.”

“Why?”

“To see how worked up I could get.”

He smiled. Her breath caught.

His eyes were so dark they were almost black.

His dick was growing under her ass and her coochie was getting damp.

There was no reason for them to keep up this charade.

She’d known him most of her life.

The crush from years ago had been hidden under misplaced anger because she hadn’t been strong enough to tell him to cut the crap, and he wasn’t smart enough to know he’d pushed her too far.

They wouldn’t be that coward and idiot any more.

She slid off his lap and held her hand out.

“What do you want?” he asked, not moving from the couch, nor taking her hand.

“For you to take me to bed. I know you want it spelled out. S-E-X.”

He closed his eyes. “Now who is being the joker?”

“Made you laugh,” she said, her smile wider than she’d felt it in ages.

He slapped his hand on hers and stood up, then swung her up and over his shoulder. She hadn’t expected the move and rather than get annoyed he was goofing off, she realized she was craving parts of the old him.

Only this person had more control over it.

He carried her into his room, slapped her ass, then dropped her on the bed, him coming down on top of her.

“I think we need to bring back some of the playfulness we’ve had before. We both need it.”

“We do,” she said, her arms opening, him moving into them, his mouth crushing hers.

There was a fire she needed put out.

A pressure between her legs that only he could relieve.

A craving she needed him to fill.

Her hips bucked up into his, her feet on the bed, her knees bent and squeezing him to stay in place while she ground against him.