Page 53 of Against The Boards

She looked up at me with eyes full of desire. Her dark hair fanned out against the pillow, and in that moment, she looked like an angel. I loved that with every moment of me being aggressive; she gave it right back. When I heard that guy call her fat, I nearly blew a gasket. I liked her soft, feminine body, from her full breasts to her round hips and everything in-between. I loved it all, and I wanted to show her that.

She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me back down to her lips. “C’mere, you,” she growled.

I cupped her face and kissed her. She nipped at my bottom lip, and I opened to her, letting her tongue slide into my mouth and giving her the control she desperately wanted. I straddled her hips, locking her legs underneath my bigger body, and pushed her t-shirt up to reveal her smooth white skin.

I pulled back to look at her.

“What?” she asked, almost annoyed that I had stopped.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked.

She bit her lip. “I do, but you seem drunker than me. Are you sure?”

“I’m not drunk, just a little tipsy.”

“Yeah, but for a big guy, you’re surprisingly a lightweight. I don’t want to take advantage of you,” she admitted.

I laughed. “Yeah, I never hear the end of it from the boys. I just have a low alcohol tolerance.”

She smirked. “I don’t have that problem.”

“Enough about that. Let’s get you out of those clothes.” I helped her sit up, and I pulled her shirt over her head. I ran my hands across her lacy bra. “Rox, you’re so sexy.”

She frowned. “You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”

I kissed her neck and nipped at her earlobe. “When will you get it through your thick skull that you’re sexy to me? You’re confident, sassy, and a real ball-buster. You intimidate me and make me say all the wrong things. It’s why you hate me.”

She pushed me off her. “What do you mean?”

I laid back on the bed next to her with a groan. “I don’t know how to control my filter when I’m around you. So I say rude things that make you hate me.”

She leaned over and swung her legs over both of my hips, straddling me and holding me down with her hands pressed hard against my chest. I slid my hands up her jean-clad thighs.

“I don’t think I hate you anymore. At least not as much.”

Then she started laughing.

“What?” I asked.

“Oh my God, I knew this would happen as soon as you told me there was only one bed.”

I frowned up at her. “You know I didn’t do this on purpose, right? I had no intention of getting tangled up in bed again.”

She ran her hands up and down my chest. “Oh, are you saying you don’t want to fuck me?” She pressed my wrists above my head, locking our hands together, trying to prevent me from flipping her over onto her back. It was cute that she thought she could restrain me.

“Oh, no. I’m gonna fuck you real good tonight,” I promised. “I want to worship your body.”

She smirked down at me. “Good, because ‘there’s only one bed’ is like one of the biggest romance tropes! There’s only one bed, so now we have to fuck. It’s the rules.”

I smiled up at her. “Yeah? I like those rules.”

“You really think I’m hot?”

“Shut up—you know you’re sexy. Now get these jeans off and get on your back.”

I used my legs to flip her over. Our hands were locked together, but I had the upper hand. She bit her lip seductively at me, so I knew she liked that power move.

I removed our interlocked hands and brought her tattooed wrist up to my lips to kiss it. I dropped her hand and fumbled with the button of her jeans. She arched her hips up to help me pull her jeans down her legs, and I tossed them to the floor. I shed my clothes and tossed them to the other side of the room without a care.