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"Ahmno a dog." She stomped her foot down on his, but his sneakers cushioned the blow from her bare foot. "Let me go, you big oaf."

He laughed, loudly this time. "Damn, I love it when you're spunky. But I'm not letting go until we've had a talk."

"No talking. I want sex only."

"Bullshit." He nuzzled her cheek. "I'm in control now, and you like it."

Chapter Fifteen

Jamie started to protest, then shut her mouth. He was right, which galled her. She loved this side of him, the domineering and yet tender man who could propel her to the heights of ecstasy with such ease. If she gave in, he would show her intense pleasure the likes of which she hadn't known in months, the kind she'd never known with anyone except him.

And he knew that.

Bound to his body, with his erection trapped between her back and his front, she had a bloody hard time concentrating. She needed to reassert her sex-only decree. She needed to get up and walk out the door to prove she could resist him and he couldn't tempt her into changing her mind.

Her body had other ideas.

Gavin unshackled her arms, sliding one of his hands over her belly to hold her loosely, plunging the other hand between her thighs to cup her sex. He thrust a finger between her folds and swirled it around her opening. "So hot and slick, ready for me to take you any way I want."

"You should do what I want."

"I will." He parted her swollen flesh with his thumb and forefinger, then raked three fingers up and down her cleft, his touch light and maddening. "I know what you like, what you need, so anything I do is what you want."

Her head fell back on his shoulder, her breaths quickened along with her pulse. She couldn't formulate a response, not with his fingers teasing her skin and his firm body surrounding her. The idea of surrendering appealed to her so much she had to fight against the impulse to spread her legs and rock her hips into his intimate massage.

One of his fingers plunged inside her sheath. His thumb found her nub and massaged around it in slow, powerful circles.

She moaned. Oh, this felt too good to fight.

"Tell me something," he murmured. "Why do you think sex without conversation is going to make you happy?"

His finger, the one lodged inside her, stroked her in places where no one had ever touched her before. She clamped her lips between her teeth, desperate to silence the moan building inside her, the one that threatened to erupt even louder than the first moan. Her eyes drifted half shut, and the guttural expression of deep pleasure emerged anyway.

"What makes you happy," he purred in her ear, his voice so husky and lustful it made her tremble, "is all the things I can do to you. Want mind-blowing sex? I'm your man, but it comes at a price." He coiled his tongue around her earlobe. "Conversation after."

"No," she said, her voice more breathless than she'd hoped. Lifting her head off his shoulder took more effort than she'd expected, but she managed to sit up somewhat straight on his lap. "I've told ye fifty times. Sex, no talking."

"You sure about that?" His hand on her belly swept upward to close around her breast. His thumb raked back and forth over her nipple. When she gasped and arched her back, he pinched her stiff peak. "I'm going to talk while I fuck you. I'll tell you all the dirty things I want to do to you and how good it feels to have my cock buried inside you. I'll tell you —"

"No talking." A tiny moan escaped before she could squelch it. If she could've squelched it. "This isn't the arrangement. Told you I'd leave if… oh."

He flicked his thumb across her nipple at the same instant he rasped his other thumb over her clitoris.

And her traitorous body responded. Her legs fell open, her body begging for more, and she let out a long, throaty groan of intense pleasure.

"You've got two choices," he said, still tormenting her with both thumbs. "Stay and let me deliver multiple orgasms or leave and try to find satisfaction on your own. We both know the do-it-yourself kind can't compare to what I give you."

"So arrogant."

"And you like that about me." He nipped the tender skin of her throat, then laved his tongue over the spot. "Besides, you told me once you love how confident I am, in and out of bed."

Damn. She had said that. Months ago, before he started acting like an idiot.

Worse, she'd meant it. She still did. This side of him, the confident and determined man, had been the version of him she'd fallen for eighteen months ago. His vulnerability had made her fall deeper, but he'd hurt her so badly. Though the credit card had stung, his comments about her brothers had left her reeling, afraid Gavin would turn out to be like Trevor.

He wasn't. She realized that in the logical part of her brain. Her heart, though, had more trouble accepting it.

"What'll it be?" Gavin said. "Multiple orgasms, or stomping out to make a point?"

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