Page 16 of Rogue

Now that’s downright laughable. “If you and I make it through this morning.”

“Tsk, tsk. Have a little more faith in these guys’ total lack of understanding. This isn’t about being the strongest man.” He lands another tap on my other shoulder and I follow it up with a crack to his thick skull. “This isn’t a fight about strength. Or who’s the most brutal fighter. This is a test of wits. Instinct. Adaptability.”

“So you’re saying I don’t have to hand you your ass or anyone else theirs?” I can’t help myself as a grin spreads across my lips. “All I’ve got to do is prove I’m . . . what? Clever? Creative even?”

“Yep. You’re sharp—I knew the moment you outsmarted my crew back in that field. Smart enough to outthink these guys. You just need to start thinking outside the box. Stop relying on the obvious.” He cross punches the air, brushing the back of his fist across my girls. My nipples harden, like one’s waving hello and the other saying, “Where are you going?”

“So you believe my tits are my weapon of choice?” I say a little too smugly.

Damn it. Don’t give yourself away. I stick out my chest, giving my girls a good jiggle as I move.

“Your rack, your entire fucking body, is your weapon and my downfall. The things I want to do to you. Pinch your nipples like I did before. Feast on your breasts, suck and fuck them. Lick you between your thighs and watch you come on my face. Fuck you and make you cry out my name. Yeah, you’re a weapon I’ll gladly sacrifice myself to have. Yep, you’ll be a pleasurable diversion helping me get through my fifth time at Camp.”

Oh sweet mother Mary. I’m winded like he’s landed a punch. “What?” I whisper.

He reaches out and runs his thumb across my cheek. “Reason two: I knew it the second I laid eyes on you. You and I, fireball, are going to be a thing.”

I jump like he’s pinch another nipple and punch him in the side of his face. “That’s goddamn presumptuous of you.”

Quick as a whip, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in tight, slamming my body into his. “When I want something, I take it.”

“Do something or get out of the ring,” someone bellows.

“Say yes.” He flashes me that grin. Holy hell, the man’s lost his mind.

“Yes to what? Listening to your insanity?”

“Becoming my lover.”

God, who says this? Yet the way the word rolls off his tongue has me screaming yes repeatedly inside my head. Thank sweet hell it’s the voice of reason who answers him. “I don’t even know you.”

“You will. I’m going to make sure of it.”

“Have you been hitting the Kool-Aid again?”

That makes him chuckle.

I feel like the winds swept straight through me and stole my ability to breath. A charmer through and through. With charm enough to con any woman, from Shelby to Sydney, out of her underwear and into his bed.

“Good. We’re in agreement—”

“—I haven’t agreed to anything.”

“Are you planning on sticking around for Hell Camp?”

“Yes.”

He smirks. “Then there’s time for me to persuade you.”

God, he’s maddening. And irresistible. “If you let me win, you lose on both accounts. If you win . . .”

“Have you no faith?” He bloody winks at me. “I’m going to step back. I want you to punch me as hard as you can in the face. Got it?”

“You’re insane. I’m not strong enough to knock you out. They’ll never believe it.”

“It’s you and me, fireball.” I feel him lightly kiss my ear. “Do it.”

He shifts back but remains within arms reach. “Do your worst,” he thumps his chest and shouts like a crazy man.