Fighting to Forget (Fighting, #3)

I flex my toes into the cold floor and start stacking up small plates from the dessert table when Rex comes up behind me. He slides his arms around my waist.

“Leave this.” He reaches around and pulls the plates from my hand. “I can’t be apart from you for another second.” The zipper at the back of my dress slides open. “Watching you tonight, how easily you fit into my life, your smile, the way you helped out with Sadie . . .” He pushes down the top of my dress to expose my breasts. His hands glide over the lace of my strapless bra. “If I had rooms, I’d have thrown you in one and tasted you until you begged for me to fill you.”

My back arches and a full-body shiver races up my spine. “Mmm. Yes, please.”

His fingers tug on my nipples, and he rakes his lip ring against my neck. I press my ass into his groin and feel his hardness against my lower back.

“Hmm.” He hums against my neck. “That you beggin’ now, baby?”

A soft purr slides from my throat.

He hooks his fingers into the front of my dress and shoves it down to pool around my ankles. “Much as I love that dress . . .” The heat of his body at my back disappears, and I can feel his gaze raking over me from behind. He traces the thin fabric that runs over my hip and disappears at my backside. “It’s been teasing me all night.”

His words, the rumble of his voice behind me . . . I can’t even see him and I’m throbbing for him to take me. I feel the light touch of his hands at mid back, and my bra snaps open and joins my dress on the floor. He palms my bare breasts, molding, squeezing, and pulling against the sensitive flesh.

“Rex, I don’t want you to wait any longer.” I drop my head back to rest against his chest and reach behind me and rub him through his jeans. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He flexes into my touch. “Hands flat on the table.”

I moan and release my hold on him. He moves across the room and hits the lights, plunging us into darkness except for the colorful twinkle lights illuminating the tree. He prowls forward, unbuttoning his shirt before sliding it down his arms. I stare shamelessly at his body, beautifully adorned in ink and metal. Chest, ribs, and neck are decorated in vibrant colors that call to be touched.

He lifts an eyebrow, questioning the defiance I’m showing by not having my palms pressed to the table. Butterflies rip through my stomach. I linger on his impressive build for a few seconds longer before turning back to face the table. With a quick smile, I lean forward, hands down, ass out.

He walks around, sizing me up. “That’s hot, baby. But I think I need you need to be a little bit taller.” He scoops my platform heels off the floor and kneels at my feet. Picking up my left foot, he rubs the arch of my foot for a few seconds before he slides on the shoe, then repeats with the other. He nips against my bottom, and I jump in surprise at the delicious sting.

“Walk out your legs, Gia.”

I bite my lip against a groan of pleasure. His bossy commands when we’re like this combined with the way he says my name push me to brink of orgasm. I do as he asks.

The heat of his hands falls to my outer thighs. “Just like that. Perfect, baby.”

My knees wobble, my body aching for his intrusion. “Please.” I arch my back, offering myself to him.

He hisses through is teeth. “Fuck, that’s beautiful.” He runs his knuckles between my legs. “So damn gorgeous and all fucking mine.”

My breath comes in short gasps, writhing for him to touch me. “Show me.” I press back. “Prove to me I’m all yours.”

I’m baiting him to play rough, challenging him. It’s something I’ve done before, getting him to let go, be himself, and do things to my body he has no reason to be ashamed of because it’s exactly what I want.

Unrestrained and wild with passion.

He pulls the crotch of my panties hard and releases them so they snap back against my sensitive flesh. “You’re pushing me, baby.”

“Apparently not hard enough.” I turn my head into my arm to hide my smile.

The air shifts behind me, and his breath is at my ear, his jean-clad hard-on pressed between my open legs. “I’ll give you hard.” His teeth scrape against my shoulder, igniting a furious swarm of butterflies in my belly and raising goose bumps on my skin.

Another tug on my panties and the elastic snaps apart. The silky fabric falls down one leg and hangs around my ankle.

The metallic sound of his zipper and the tear of a condom are my only warnings before the heat of him and the distinctive metal ball of his piercing presses against me. “Yes, finally . . .” It’s all I can say and everything I wanted: Rex against me, inside me, all around me, consuming me to the point that I could get lost in him forever.

“Fast and hard?” There’s the tension of restraint in his voice, as if it’s all he can do to hold himself from slamming deep in one thrust.

That won’t do.

“If you think you can handle it.” I open my legs to step wider and grind against him.

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