staring at the floor. When did he get so strong? “Put me down, Rylan Krause!”
“Nope.” His voice was choked. “I need you.” Carrying her into the dark bedroom, he laid her on the mattress with surprising gentleness considering how he’d unceremoniously thrown her over his shoulder.
Stunned and incredibly turned on by his caveman tactics, she lay there quivering as he shucked his clothes and rolled on a condom. Yeah, he was breathing like a freight train, but he’d picked her up and carried her. “Who are you, the Incredible Hulk?”
“Batting cage.” He sucked in air. “Go there a lot.” He braced a palm on either side of her head before climbing into bed and easing between her thighs.
“The batting cage?”
“Great stress reliever.”
“Guess so.”
“But this is better.” Probing her entrance with his thick cock, he slid partway in. His breath hissed out as he buried it to the hilt. Then he began to pump and pump hard. “Come for me.”
She had no choice.
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L ater , as they lay facing each other in the darkness, she stroked his soft beard. “I think we had our first fight.”
“Hell of a good fight.”
“Yeah.” She smiled. “It was.”
“Miranda, I’ll sign that thing.”
“We can wait a week.”
“Oh, really?” Laughing, he pulled her on top of him. “So that’s all it takes to get you to agree with me? Note to self – have sex prior to argument. Saves time and feels awesome.”
“Wait, wait!” Straddling him, she sat up. “If I remember correctly, and I’m sure I do, you were the first to give in, so technically I won. Note to self – be naked under bathrobe when arguing. Flash boobs for the win.”
“But instead of claiming your victory, you deferred to me.” He stroked the tops of her thighs. “So obviously your orgasm was the tipping point.”
She leaned down until their mouths nearly touched. “You came after I did, smarty pants. I say your orgasm was the tipping point and after enjoying that experience you decided I was right, after all.”
“I did and you are.”
She drew back in surprise. “I am?”
“I feel pretty dumb admitting this, but apparently a part of me is still five.”
Her breath caught. Not many guys would own up to something like that. “Don’t feel bad. Most of us have that problem.”
“Maybe so, but in our case it could cause a lot of trouble. So here’s the deal. If you see me acting like the rebellious younger brother, promise you’ll call me on it the way you did tonight.”
“Even if it leads to a fight?”
“I pretty much love fighting with you, Miranda.” He continued to caress her thighs.
“Ditto.” She took a shaky breath. “But all that aside, if you want to take a week to sign that document so you don’t feel as if Frazer hounded you into it, that’s fine with me.”
“Thanks. But I don’t need to.” His caress became more intimate, more focused on her sexual command center, which was conveniently within reach. “But there is something I do need.”
“Again?”
“Unless you’d rather not.” He stroked her clit.
She sucked in a breath. “I’d rather. But I want to be in charge.”
“Great idea.”
“We need light.” She moved away from his clever fingers. “Close your eyes.” Reaching over, she switched on the lamp and picked up the condom box. She smiled when she glanced back at him and his eyes were obediently closed. “Good boy.”
“I can follow instructions when I feel like it.”
“Are you feeling like it now?” She bent down and kissed his closed eyelids.
“As it happens, I am.”
“Good. Just keep your eyes closed and focus on your other senses.” She brushed her lips over his amazing lashes. Then she stroked them with the tip of her finger.
“What are you doing with my eyelashes?”
“Admiring them.”
“FYI, that’s not one of my erogenous zones.”
“But it’s one of mine. Looking at those long lashes gets me hot.”
He smiled. “Prove