Page 66 of Ignite
I jab at him, skimming his jaw with my knuckles as he ducks to the side. Adrenaline pulses through me, and I swing with my left hand. I hit him in the side, but it barely has an effect.
Shaking out my knuckles, I bite down on my bottom lip and mimic his dance around the ring.
Cain strikes again. This time he hits me twice. Once in the cheek. Another blow to my jaw. Heat rushes to both spots where I can now feel my pulse throb.
Muscles in Cain’s jaw flex, but he doesn’t lower his fists.
Good.
I send three rapid punches his way, surprised when I make his head crack back. Instinct has me lowering my hands, worry for Cain replacing my anger.
But Cain flashes a wicked grin, all dark and mysterious and sexy. “Fuck, that was a good shot.”
I bounce on my feet, unable to stop my grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Do it again, baby.”
Overeager from his praise, I rush him and try an uppercut. He dodges and lands a shot to my kidney. The pain is explosive, and I fight to stay on my feet.
I whirl in time to catch a fist to the face, blood spurting from my nose. I’m too focused on this fight and the way his lethal body stalks me around the ring to care.
I charge him, wrapping my hands around his solid waist, determined to take him down. Pride fills me when I drop him to his ass. My body goes with him, plastered against his chest. Cain lets out a full laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a wonderful sound.
He positions me on his lap. His hands come to rest on my waist, brushing over my skin in a way that lets me know we’re done fighting.
He grabs his shirt from the floor to wipe at my nose. “You’re a mess, baby.”
I brush fingers over the bruises forming on his chin and cheek. “You’re looking pretty hot yourself.”
His throat bobs. “You good now?”
I nestle my head into the crook of his warm neck. “Yeah, I’m good. Will you do that again if I get like that?”
Cain doesn’t answer for a while. “No promises.”
After he kisses my temple, he brushes his mouth over my throbbing, bruised knuckles. “Can you tell me why you got so upset?”
My face scrunches up. “It definitely changes things, right? Like, how could you not look at me differently?”
Cain tugs at the hair along the back of my neck hard enough to get a gasp out of me. “It changes nothing. Do I need to fuck you to prove to you how distractingly sexy I find you?”
Straightening up on his lap, I fail to hide a smirk. “You think I’m sexy?”
He leans in to nip at my bottom lip. Then my jaw. “Ezra, I get hard just saying your name.”
Wrapping my hands around the back of his neck, I roll my hips against him. “Say my name then, Mr. Vincent.”
“Ezra. Beautiful boy. You’re playing with fire right now,” Cain murmurs.
I tangle my fingers in his dark hair, rooting myself to him. “Fuck me good, so we can both sleep tonight. Please.”
His eyes circuit my face. “Only if you promise to tell me if it’s ever too much. I need that from you.”
I nod. “I promise.”
Cain flips us so he’s pinning my body to the floor. He drags my sweatpants off, flinging them to the side, and grips my thighs to spread them, exposing me.
I flush with heat. “Shit. Right here?”
