Texas Stand-Off: The Omega Team Novella (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Sable Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B

would be wise. Moving to the mats, she stopped on one side and Deacon moved to the other. He raised his fists into a defensive pose, moving lightly on the padded surface like a boxer. Taz followed suit. She knew one of them had to strike the first blow, so she went for it, lunging near and landing a kick to his right shoulder. He stumbled back with a snarling laugh, then countered by hitting her in the midsection with his shoulders and flipping her over his back.
    Taz landed with a thud, but she was on her feet before he turned around, diving at him and landing blows on his chest, then twisting one leg between his to throw him to the ground. To her surprise, she went with him, landing on his chest, her face mere inches from his.
    They were both breathing hard and Deacon couldn’t help it, the feel of her body lying on his was the biggest turn-on ever. He fought the urge to kiss her. Instead, he bucked his body, flipping Natasha over, his entire weight coming to rest on top of her.
    Taz fought her instincts. Rather than fight him, she wanted to wrap one leg around his hips and grind against him while she tasted those perfect lips so near her own. But…she also wanted to be on the Omega Team. Holding his gaze, she gave him a slight smile, then bucked, using the element of surprise and pressure on his right arm and leg to reverse their positions.
    “Oomph!” Deacon grunted.
    Jumping to her feet, Taz was ready for more. “Come on, Jones. Impress me.”
    Her saucy little challenge made him only more anxious to master her. He went into the classic warrior stance, inviting her to give him whatever she was capable of delivering. “Take me, Levin. Come and get me.” Her eyes glazed over with determination. She raised her right leg, ready to plant in his chest and he grabbed it, tossing her easily to the ground. With a muffled oath, she landed hard on her back, never breaking eye contact. When he stepped closed enough, she kicked out, wrapping her knee around his right leg, bringing him down.
    A groan escaped from his mouth as he hit the ground, a sound that alarmed Taz. “Deacon? Are you all right?” But when she bent over, he took full advantage, wrapping his hand around her arm. She braced herself, thinking this was his way of asking for a hand up–she was wrong. With a strong yank, he brought her down flat against him. His eyes were hooded, dark with some emotion she couldn’t define. She didn’t have to wait long to discover what was on his mind. He floored her by framing her face and crashing his mouth to hers.
    Taz almost swooned with pleasure. Those firm plump lips she’d been fantasizing about kissing were now ravishing hers. There was no gentleness, his kiss dominated, his tongue thrusting in and tangling with hers in a bold parody of what she knew he could do with his cock. When he pulled back for air, he didn’t turn her loose. They stared at one another, panting, waiting long enough that Taz grew uncomfortable under his scrutiny. She started to move away, but he tightened his grip. “Not so fast. I want more.”
    So did she. Giving free rein to her desires, Taz softened against him, her fingers coming up to explore his chiseled jaw, the intriguing rasp of his five o’clock shadow. Again and again he took her lips, their tongues sliding and caressing. She moaned into his mouth and ground her hips into the cradle of his, loving the evidence of his arousal–for her. “Deacon,” she whispered his name, rubbing her breasts against his hard chest. “You feel so good.”
    As if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over his head, Deacon went cold with panic. What was he doing? Placing his hands on her shoulders, he lifted her, then rolled out from under, getting up so fast, he almost didn’t get balanced on his bad leg.
    “Deacon?” Taz stood up, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable.
    “I think we can safely say I won.” His chest heaved, his heart pounded. “It’s getting late, let’s call it a