Passing His Guard

He must have hesitated too long, let his mask of confidence slip, because her shy smile faltered and with bravado he knew she didn’t feel, she purred, “What’s the matter, Disco? Not up for the job, after all? Does the cocky ‘Disco Stick’ Kruze doubt his ability to make good on his promises?”

Her sassy comment hit him below the belt on so many levels it wasn’t even fu

If Rya

Something flashed across his handsome face a moment before that famous Disco mask slipped into place. If she didn’t know better, she’d say it was pain, but the emotion was gone so fast, surely she’d imagined it. Rya

A low growl rumbled in his chest as his mouth claimed hers—hard and fierce. His tongue, intrusive and dominating, as aggressive as the fighter himself. It stole her breath to be kissed so thoroughly, the only oxygen that gifted her lungs was given by him. The air was marked with his scent, rich and masculine . . . intoxicating.

Before she knew it, she was stripped bare. There was no pause this time for admiration, no sense that Aiden truly saw her. Not like before. And despite how amazing it felt to be in is arms, how pleasurable his touch was—and it did feel amazing—something was missing. It was Aiden, she realized with a sharp pang of regret. He was with her, but he wasn’t with her. And she didn’t know how to reach him, how to get him back. Her thoughts were a quagmire of Let’s talk about this. Whoa, wait, slow down! And Oh, yes! Right there! Please, don’t stop!

His mouth sucked greedily at her breast, teeth nipping and tongue teasing away the pain. It had been over a year since she’d been intimate with anyone, and her poor, neglected breasts were overly sensitive. They felt swollen and heavy in Aiden’s grip, and a direct current of energy seemed to radiate from them right into her core. She was like a live wire, and Aiden was her power source. Every place his hands touched sparks of white-hot desire shot beneath her skin, and when his hand slipped between her legs, his deft fingers parting the slick folds of her flesh, a needy whimper escaped her throat. Her hips shamelessly lifted, encouraging his penetrating touch. The tension knotting low in her stomach was nearly too much to bear.

He played her like a pro, knowing her body better than she did. Stroking, toying, torturing . . . he touched her without seeming hesitation or thought, instinctively knowing how to bring her maximum pleasure, while defiantly denying her ardent, unspoken request to enter her and finally bring relief to this sweet torment. Her core ached so badly, her cha

Oh, mercy, was he punishing her? Was he mad at her?—sweet, merciful heaven, if this was Aiden mad, then she had to make a note-to-self to piss him off more often.

She was close! So close! If he’d just . . .

His thumb found the small bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. Yes! Her breaths quickened, muscles tensed, hips arching . . . Almost there! She wanted him inside her, needed him inside her now.

Unable to put thought to voice and impatient to finally experience release, she reached between them to grab his erection and guide him home. What the hell? Aiden was still wearing his underwear. She’d assumed he’d divested himself of that cumbersome cotton back when he’d stripped her of hers. Was he not pla

Not that he would know, but she was on the pill, and being an MMA fighter, she knew they underwent rigorous health screenings all the time, so commando was a-okay with her. Anything to ease this sensual agony.

Seeking to rectify Aiden’s oversight and grab the bull by the horn, so to speak, Rya

“You come on my terms, sweetheart, not yours.” There was nothing soft or caring in his term of endearment, and his eyes had long lost their warm amber glow, turning him 100 percent Disco Prick. What was she doing? This wasn’t what she wanted. Well, that wasn’t exactly true, she wanted him—badly—but she wanted Aiden, not this . . . cocky, arrogant ass who thought he was God’s gift to women, even if it probably was true.

Before she could respond, he dipped his head and nipped the fleshy swell of her breast. “Stop.” Her command was breathy and lacked authority, but no was still no, right?

His mouth moved lower . . . His hands grabbed her i

The coil of hot, burning need searing her core was back with a vengeance, wound tighter than before and growing stronger by the second. Not like this! She didn’t want to come like this, not with this unspoken rift of tension between them.

“Aiden, wait . . .” she panted, struggling to claw through the haze of drunken lust addling her brain, making it nearly impossible to put two words together.

“Oh, now it’s ‘Aiden,’ is it?” he growled against her sex. “First you want Disco, then it’s Aiden. You can’t have them both, baby girl, so which is it? What do you want?” The heat of his breath, the rumble of his voice against her sex, made her breath catch in her throat and a whimper pass her lips. The delay in answering, her mewled response that wasn’t really a response at all, was all it took for him to draw his own conclusion, which was wrong. His top lip curled in that lopsided grin she was quickly learning was the equivalent to a snarl. “That’s what I thought.”

No! Wait!