unashamedly over his back, his butt, his shoulders, uncaring of the fact that this man had made me want to slap him several times since our first meeting.
He groaned into my mouth and cupped my breast, slid his other hand down over my belly and hip, tempting me with his explorations.
Why the hell are we still dressed?
Some primal response deep inside me was yelling for more. I wanted to fuck, get satisfaction. It had been so damn long.
The thick wedge of his erection shoved up against me. Hard and determined, it strained through his sweats onto my waist. Lightning flared through my clit, a heated kick of sensation.
Reality hit.
He didn’t really want me. He was a miserable bastard who just couldn’t stand for someone else to have me—competitive sportsman and all that crap. Todd wanted me to be his girl and Raven had to beat him to it, have me first. It was the challenge of being the first warrior to throw the spear and bring down the bison, or something macho like that.
I tore my mouth from his. “No.” I shoved at his chest.
He sucked in a breath, scrunched up his nose and stared at me. He didn’t move.
“No, please, we can’t do this,” I said.
“Give me one fucking reason why not?”
“Because we can’t. You don’t even like me, and I just spent the evening on a date with Todd, your friend and teammate.”
“Fuck Todd.” He did that thing again where he spoke with his teeth gritted, just his lips moving. “And who said I don’t like you?” He pulled me tighter, once again wedging the very obvious evidence of his need into my belly. “I think it’s safe to say I do like you, very much.” He let out a juddering breath.
He did like me. I liked him too, well, his hot body at least. My pussy quivered at the thought of having him plunge into me. Ramming that big, hard cock into my depths and squeezing orgasm after orgasm from me. Oh, the temptation. “Please, I’m trying to be professional here,” I gasped.
“Screw professional.”
“Raven.” I shook my head as a sudden infuriating thought raced into my mind. “Are you teasing me again?”
“Fuck, no. I have never been more serious in my life.” His lips touched mine as he spoke. “I want you, Fiona. You’re driving me nuts. I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re like no other woman I’ve ever met.”
My eyes fluttered shut and I hung on to him all the tighter. “I’m not?”
“No, you’re sexy and clever and beautiful and you’re as ballsy as they get. Who else would try and tease me, the Raven Starr?”
“I am?” I was? “But, but…still, I might be ballsy , but we can’t do this.”
“Now you’re being a tease,” he breathed.
Indignation gripped me and I pulled my head back from his. “You started this. You kissed me . I am not being a tease.”
Silence.
The heat from his cock was still burning into me. His wide shoulders and desire-heavy gaze filled my vision. Temptation was rising again, washing away indignation the way the wind blows away seeds.
I gathered the last shreds of my willpower. “No,” I managed, shoving away the mental image of us naked in his bed.
He swallowed tightly. “Okay, I hear you. But answer my question first.”
Question? What question?
“Did he kiss you like that?” he asked again.
“No, nothing like that.” I pushed at his chest. My grip on sanity was tenuous and would soon slip completely if I didn’t get away. “Please, let me go to my room.”
He shoved several thick strands of his hair out of his face and stepped backward.
I staggered toward the stairs. The ache between my legs had constricted into a painful knot, making it hard to walk.
Damn, why couldn’t Todd have kissed me like that? Dragged me against his cock and given me that let’s-get-naked-and-rampant look? Why did it have to be Raven who had me almost coming just from a kiss?
Why?
Chapter Five
I slept fitfully, my head full of dreams of the two men who’d kissed me the night before.
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