The question was—how badly?
I crossed to the pantry and pulled out a carton of flatbread. Returning to the kitchen island, I set it next to the hummus. “Eat.”
Her eyes lifted to mine once more. “Why?”
“Because you need energy if I’m going to bend you over and fuck you on the counter.”
Her mouth dropped open and her pupils dilated before rage bloomed in her eyes. “You mother—”
“Tell me you don’t want it,” I taunted her.
“Fuck—”
I cut her off before she could curse me out. “Tell me you’re not thinking about how hard my dick was when it was pressed against your palm, and how much you want it filling you. Tell me, Yve. I dare you.”
“You—”
“Have Yve Santos pegged completely.”
Her golden eyes blazed. “I hate you.”
I smiled. “But you want me.”
“Fuck you, Titan.”
“No, Yve. I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to love it.”
I stepped forward and reached for the tie to the robe. The woman was completely unpredictable, because once again she reached for me. But not my dick this time, my belt. She had it unbuckled as the robe slid off her shoulders.
“Don’t think this means I like you,” she bit out.
“Trust me, I know you don’t,” I said before I lowered my mouth to hers and took her lips.
Yve tore her mouth away from mine. “No. Don’t kiss me. You want to fuck, then we keep this impersonal. That’s my rule, Titan. You break it, and this is over.”
“Fine.” I groaned as she unzipped my slacks and palmed my cock, bare skin to bare skin.
Fuuuck.
I reached out and cupped her breast—the other one this time—and squeezed her nipple.
“These tits . . . I don’t know how you expected me to keep my hands off you once I’d seen them. Fucking perfect.”
Yve’s blush spread from her cheeks down her chest, but she said nothing while she pumped my dick. Christ, just the clasp of her hand was better than some pussy I’d fucked.
I dropped my mouth and followed the trailing color to Yve’s other nipple. Taking it between my lips and teeth, I sucked and tugged until her grip tightened and her hips shifted closer to mine.
Lowering my hand from her breast, I skimmed it down the curve of her stomach, along the flare of her hip, and cupped her ass. Jesus. That ass. Reaching between her thighs, I slid two fingers into the wet heat slicking her pussy lips.
I lifted my head from her nipple for a beat. “Jesus, woman. You do want this. You’re soaked.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she ordered, her gaze burning into mine.
A triumphant grin stretched my mouth, and I plunged two fingers inside her.
“Oh God—”
“No. Say my name, Yve. That’s what I want from you. I’ll make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life, but you have to scream my name so there’s no doubt who’s fucking you.”
“Shut up. You’re ruining this—”
I withdrew my fingers and spun her around before she could protest, pressing her forward over the countertop. My dick missed her touch instantly and I gripped it, focused on how good it would feel when I buried it inside her tight pussy.
Fuck. Condom.
I leaned over her and spoke into her ear. “Don’t you dare move. I want this ass out and waiting for me, or I swear I’ll make you beg for an hour before I let you come.”
“What?” The single word came out on a moan.
“Don’t move. I’m getting a condom.”
She didn’t reply, but I took her stillness for assent. I pulled my pants up over my cock and headed for the stairs. If she moved, then I’d jack off and pretend it was her sweet hand wrapped around my dick. If she didn’t move . . . then I guess I’d have my answer as to whether she wanted me more than she hated me.
Condom in hand from my bathroom, I strode back to the kitchen. A smile stretched my lips when I saw Yve bent over in the exact position I’d left her.
“Good girl. I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, and I’m not even going to make you beg.”
“Stop talking. Just fuck me.”
By the time her words were out, I’d already rolled on the condom and positioned myself behind her. I pressed the head of my cock to her entrance, and the tight, wet heat taunted me. In that moment, I had something to prove. She’d remember this moment for the rest of her damn life, and she’d be feeling me tomorrow.
“If this isn’t the best sex you’ve ever had, I’ll hand over the keys to my Aston.”
Yve’s husky laugh echoed through the kitchen. “Cocky bastard. I’ll enjoy—”
I drove inside her before she could finish the sentence.
“Holy shit,” I said on a breath, coming to a halt almost instantly. “You’re so damn tight.”
“I’m not screaming your name yet, Titan.” Her hips bucked back into me, taunting me and daring me to take her. Knowing she was as desperate for this as I was ratcheted up my determination another notch.
Challenge. Accepted.
I pulled almost all of the way out and plunged back inside as I slid my hand around her hip to tease her clit. Setting a powerful, even rhythm, I fucked her until her moans turned to broken cries.
“Give it to me,” I demanded.
“Shut up.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you goddamn dare—”
“Then you better tell me who’s fucking you.”