The thought of rough, wild sex, followed by many orgasms, sounded like heaven. The perfect release. Yet, still, my chin remained high—my cold shoulder still in place, if not a little weaker than before. “You’ve been trying awfully hard tonight. Must be hard on your ego.”

“My ego can handle it,” he assured with a tempting smile. His eyes skimmed down my neck, over my chest like a physical caress before returning back to mine. “Imagine how hard I’ll try to make you come.”

“So arrogant.” I’d meant for the words to be a sneer; however, I missed the mark when instead, they fell breathlessly from my parted lips.

“Confident,” he corrected. “And I have the cock to back it up.”

Get in the car. Walk away. Don’t say another word. Ignore him.

The instructions barely made a sound past the pulsing heat whooshing through my veins before fading completely.

Yes. Do it. Fuck him. Take. Take. Take. Let go.

Faster and faster, the urgency to act beat like a drum, consuming my senses. I couldn’t think—couldn’t focus on anything but him and relief. With a deep breath, I slid my eyes closed. Like a door to a rowdy party, I slammed it shut, muting all other noise but one.

“Fine.” I opened my eyes in time to catch the slight twitch of his brows. I liked that I surprised him. I liked the calm that settled with my decision.

“Fine,” he repeated slowly, as if confirming he heard the correct answer.

“Today is your lucky day. Fuck me.”

He smiled and hummed before tipping his head behind him. “My hotel is that way if you want to follow m—”

“No.”

“No?”

I taunted with a hint of a smile. If he thought he was surprised by my giving in, I couldn’t wait to watch him react to my demands. If we were going to do this, then we’d do it my way. “C’mon, Mr. Confidence. Fuck me,” I said again, shifting to lean back against my car.

To give him credit, only one brow arched in question. “Right here?”

“Do you need a bed to be good enough?” I challenged.

“Hardly,” he bit out between his clenched jaw.

“Then fuck me. Right. Here.”

I held my breath, wondering if he really was all talk.

One.

Two.

Thr—

He snapped into action, pinning me to the car with one lunge. I gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to lean in and take.

Before his mouth could land on mine, I tipped my head back out of reach. “I said fuck me. Not kiss me. I don’t need foreplay. I need you inside me.”

With a growl, he bared his teeth like an animal, leaning in again. This time to bite along my jaw and score his teeth along my neck.