Edge of Midnight (McClouds & Friends #4)(64)

She heaved and bucked beneath his weight. “I said get off!”

“You’ll always be at a disadvantage in a fight with a man,” he went on. “No matter how hard you train, no matter how good you get. It’s a fact of biology, muscle mass, upper body strength. The one thing I can promise is that you’ll have more of a chance than you had before.”

She collapsed, panting. Tears of frustration leaked out of her eyes. “Yes,” she said, swallowing hard. “Yes. I want more chances.”

“Done,” he said.

“Guns and knives, too,” she added.

He looked alarmed. “Uh, OK,” he said. “If you say so.”

“Bombs, too. They say you know all about bombs. I want to know everything that you know. Everything.”

He stared at her, wide-eyed. “You’re scaring me, baby.”

“Good. Be scared.” Her eyes dropped to his erection. “I see fear doesn’t affect your sexual enthusiasm.”

He glanced down at himself. “Right,” he agreed. “Do you want me to f*ck you now, Liv?”

She stared up into his face, and tugged, in vain, at her hands, still pinned against the bed. “No,” she said. “I want to f*ck you.”

“Uh…what exactly do you mean by that?”

“I want something I can’t have!” she yelled. “I’m sick of being tied up and jerked around. I want to throw you on the bed and show you who’s boss. I want to f*ck you until you learn some goddamn manners!”

He looked perplexed. “So does this mean you want to be the boy? Or what?”

“Don’t be so damned literal about it,” she grumbled.

“You want to strap on a big, scary dildo, and bend me over and—”

“No!” She jerked up on to her elbows, her face going hot. “For God’s sake. I told you I wasn’t into that kinky weird stuff. Ick!”

“Just trying to get the parameters straight.” The dimple flickered in his lean cheek. “You just told me you wanted to kill a man, and learn how to build bombs. What’s a strap-on dildo compared to that?”

“Stop teasing me,” she snapped. “I imagine you’ve done it all?”

“No,” he admitted. “I like being on top. But when it comes to you, I’m flexible. I’ll take turns. I’ll submit, to a sublime sex goddess like you. Maybe not all the time, maybe not for very long, but…sometimes.”

“Oh. I see.” Her face felt like it was on fire.

“I would go to incredible lengths to satisfy you,” he said, his voice silky. “I would bend over backwards. Or even frontwards.”

She exploded into shaking giggles. “Gee, thanks. I doubt I’ll take you up on it, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Just be gentle with me, princess. Go easy, OK? Take it slow.” He shot her a sideways look. “I hate pain, remember?”

“Shut up, you clown.” She grabbed the pillow and swatted him.

He grabbed it back from her. “The problem is right now.”

“And why is now a problem?” She tried to yank it back, in vain.

“Because after that fight, and that suckfest, and this incredibly weird conversation, my cock is about to explode. And I’m not feeling submissive. At all. I know you want to f*ck me, but I want to f*ck you first. And I’m bigger.” He flipped her onto her belly. “So deal with it.”

She wriggled. “That’s not fair!”

He knocked her thighs apart, fitted his penis to her, and drove inside, with a deep, jarring thrust. “No, it isn’t,” he said. “Try to buck me off, if you can. It’ll be fun.”

She did, and it was. He pounded into her, deep and hard. She struggled against him, her hot face pressed hard into the pillow to muffle the shrieks that jerked out of her with each heavy, slapping lunge. He rubbed over a secret spot deep inside her that bloomed hotter and brighter with each stroke. She shoved back to meet him, reaching.

The climax was long and wrenching. He nuzzled her ear as it jerked through her, endlessly. “I want to try something,” he whispered.

She was barely able to turn her head. “What?”

“Something I’ve never tried before.” He eased out of her and rolled her over, pulling her up. No small task, she was such a wobbly rag doll.

“Come on, babe,” he coaxed. “Just one little thing. Just for fun.”

She squinted at him, suspicious. “What could you possibly have never tried that I would be willing to do?”

“You gave me the idea yourself. Being as how you’re a dominating bitch goddess who wants to f*ck good manners into me. Thing is, I’d have to take off the condom, and we haven’t had that conversation yet.”

“What conversation? Oh, wait. You mean—”

“The safe sex conversation,” he supplied. “So let’s get that part of it over with. I’ve been very sexually active, no denying that.”

“That’s for sure,” she muttered sourly.

“But I’ve always been safe. I swear, I shrinkwrap myself every time. Religiously. Never done it without latex. Never done IV drugs. Rigorously hetero. Always tested negative for HIV, and everything else floating around out there. Plus, I don’t propose coming inside you—”