Page 89 of No Interest in Love

“Oh, sothat’swhat this is about.” She arches her back, and her belly button ring bumps against my abs. “I’m up for a fight.”

I bend down and press a gentle kiss on her chin. “Please don’t fight this one,” I whisper, and it takes one, two, three seconds for her body to fall against the floor. The struggle against my hands ceases, her smile fades, but not entirely, and the fire behind her eyes goes from a playful burn to a blazing inferno as she relinquishes all the power to me.

I push my hips forward, unable to resist any longer.

And I miss.

I mean, completely miss where I’m trying to go.

She laughs as I poke at her leg and then move to the side to get to my destination, but she moves the other way and suddenly we’re playing tag.

“Damn it,” I mutter, embarrassed laughter shaking us both.

“This is why I need to be on top,” she teases.

I remove my hands from her wrists and pin her hips still instead.

“I’m going in,” I say like a man strapped and ready for battle. She’s laughing as I push inside, and holy hell, I’ve never had a woman laugh before during sex and now I’m thinking I don’t want it to stop.

“This is not how I pictured this going,” I say, falling against her. She moves a piece of hair from my face, but it goes right back.

“I think it’s going just fine.”

“There’s that word again.”

She rolls her eyes, then presses a kiss to my lips.

“Jace…I’m having fun.”

“I was hoping for romantic. But I haven’t exactly done romantic before.”

“Funisromantic. I don’t have fun with a lot of other people. I didn’t even knowthiscould be fun.”

“Me neither. I mean…not fun like this.”

“Wow,” she says with a wide smile. “We agree on something.”

I lean down and press a gentle kiss to that smile. It hits me everywhere, and not just the physical parts but the parts I never thought I had. And I grab hold of her hand, link our fingers together, and laugh purely out of joy that I’m with a woman I’d like to keep hold of.

She looks at our hands and kisses my palm.

We finally find a rhythm both of us are happy with, and I want to charge forward, take a running gallop to the point of no return. If this had happened with anyone else, I would have done it without another thought. I would’ve taken what I wanted and left. But what I want this time is different. I want this for her, but selfishly, I want this to last with her for me too.

And I’m trying to make that look of pleasure that is now resting on her face last, but Woody is about to do his solo, then throw the mic down and leave the stage.

“This is bad,” I say, and her arching back falls to the floor.

“Well, don’t sugarcoat it.”

“No.” I grin. “I mean, it feels so good, I’m not gonna last.”

She grabs onto my arms, nails digging into my skin. I quirk a smile at that gnawed-up pinkie.

“I don’t care,” she says. “I want you now, and I want you fast.”

“I want you…satisfied. You know, thinking I’m a sex god. Best you ever had.”

“If you don’t go fast,” she threatens, slamming her hips upward, “then I will.”

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