Finally, he’d left her a “Jade, call me now” message, born out of sheer frustration.
She hadn’t called.
He and Adam were pretty evenly matched until the sound of soft footsteps coming down the stairs caught Dell’s attention. He turned his head to see Jade in a fuzzy sweater, gauzy short skirt, and those boots of hers that always corroded all common sense. He opened his mouth to greet her and found himself eating the mat. When he could gasp some air into his lungs, he rolled to his back.
Adam was gone.
Jade was on her knees at his side. Actually, there were two Jades.
No, three. Dell closed his eyes. “Where did he go?”
“Home. Said he didn’t want to embarrass you when you tried to retaliate and got your ass kicked for the second time.”
Jesus. “I’ll kill him later.” With care, he got to his knees and then stood up, pulling her with him. No way in hell was she getting away. “Want to tell me what that was about earlier?”
“No. I want you to show me that move. The one Adam just flattened you with.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say flatten exactly. I-”
“Show me.”
“It’s a rough one-”
“Show me.”
He showed her. He had to do it several times, it was a complicated move. Each time she hit the mat and was slower to get up. “Jade-”
“Again.”
Determination and grit blared from her every pore. No fear, no hesitation, just as he’d taught her himself. So damn if he’d tell her she’d had enough. They went over it again.
And again she landed on her back. But this time she stayed down, eyes closed, face pale and damp.
Goddammit. Dell swore and dropped to his knees at her side, planting a hand on either side of her hips. “Jade. Jade, talk to me, are you-”
With both hands she pushed hard, right into the crook of his elbows.
With a surprised “oomph” his arms collapsed and he fell over the top of her. “Christ, Jade. I’m sorry, I-”
She brought her knee up. Not hard or fast enough to hurt him but only because she held back. Purposely. Protecting the goods, he pressed her flat, holding her there with his body and regarded her warily. “You’re mad at me.”
“Well, give the doctor an A plus.”
Yeah, she was right. It’d taken him long enough. Slowly, aware that she could absolutely unman him if she wanted, he pulled back and sat up. “What did I do?”
“You’re breathing, aren’t you?”
He paused. “Is this about the other day at the center? Because you’re the one who said that this was just sex,” he reminded her grimly.
She narrowed her eyes.
No, not about that. Apparently he was the only one brooding about that. Pretty fucking pathetic given that the just sex thing had always been his own MO.
“This isn’t about the other day.”
He mentally hit rewind on the past few days. He’d flown up north. Worked his ass off. Stayed in a hotel with Brady, which had pissed off Melinda, but he hadn’t wanted to be with her. Not that he could explain why when she’d asked. Hell, he couldn’t even explain it to himself. Being with Melinda had always been great. Fun. Easy. No strings attached-his favorite way to have sex.
But when she’d leaned into kiss him, he’d yearned for a different set of arms and a touch that turned on his mind as well as his body. “Jade, you’re going to have to give me a hint.”
“Okay, you’re spoiled and egotistical and annoying.” She fisted her hands in his shirt. He figured she was going to shove him farther away but she hauled him back down over her. “And you’re an orgasm hog.”
He choked. “What-”
“Yeah. And I really, really, really want to hate you, but I can’t. I’m going to settle for intense dislike.”
He shook his head, trying to loosen some reason, because either he’d had his clock more royally cleaned by Adam than he’d thought, or she’d gone off the deep end. “I’ll cop to the spoiled, egotistical, annoying accusations. But back to that orgasm thing-”
“God, you are such a… guy! That’s all you heard, right? Orgasm? I mean you just slept with Melinda and you still-”
“Okay, whoa.” He shook his head and laughed. In hindsight, that might have been a mistake because Jade turned wildcat beneath him. He actually nearly lost his grip on her because she and that damn effective knee nearly took out his entire future line of Connelly’s. “What the fuck, Jade.”
“You’re the one who keeps telling me to hit the groin area. I’ve never had angry sex, but I want to have it now.”
He shook his head, trying to both focus and hold her down at the same time. Not easy. Good to know he’d been successful at teaching her to fight. He might have taken pride in that except he was very busy trying to protect himself and not hurt her in the process. He shoved a leg between hers and she countered by wrapping one of hers around his waist to try to roll him. He could feel every inch of her plastered up against him. If he wasn’t so confused, he’d be turned on as hell.
No, scratch that. Even with the confusion, he was turned on as hell. “You think I slept with Melinda…”
“I don’t care.” She was breathing heavy, still struggling beneath him. “You don’t do relationships, so why should I care?” She nipped his jaw with her teeth, eyes hot and clearly pissed off, which for some sick reason really worked for him. “Jade-”
“Don’t talk. There’s no talking in angry sex.”
Right. Because angry or not, this was just sex. But then she squeezed his ass at the same time she bit his lower lip, and his dick bypassed his brain, going instantly hard as a rock. “Jade, I’m all sweaty.”
“Don’t care about that, either.”
He felt like he’d been clubbed over the head. Everything about her said Furious-but-Aroused Female and while he stared at her, suddenly so turned on himself he could hardly breathe, she hauled him down to her and kissed him, shutting down the rest of his remaining operating brain cells.
Eighteen
Jade hadn’t come here for this, for Dell’s amazing mouth on hers, his hands on her body, the rough rumble of a very sexy, very turned-on man as he tried to eat her alive.
Oh, wait. She totally had.
Maybe after three long days of stewing about some of the things they’d said, on top of months and months of denying her feelings for him, all while pretending that what was happening between them wasn’t really happening, her body had taken over her brain.
And though she’d been the one to instigate the kiss, Dell had certainly taken over, capturing her lips in a long, deep sensual kiss that had melted all her bones. She was still flat on her back on the mat with him holding her down when she heard herself moan. He straightened his arms, pulling back an inch to stare at her.
She wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but evidently he found it in her expression because then he was kissing her again; hot open-mouth kisses along her jaw to her neck.
She moaned again and gripped him tighter, shifting her head to the side to give him better access, which he took, nibbling at the base of her throat before sucking the skin there into his mouth. It was as if he’d pulled a cord weaved through her very center and her hips thrust against his.
“Not here,” he said, voice rough, his mouth never pausing in its quest, moving along her collarbone now. “Not on the mats. I need a shower, and we’re going to take our time. Not here,” he repeated.
“Here.” Her fingers slid into his hair to direct his face back to hers. “Now. Right now, you… you-”
“Orgasm hog?” he offered.
“Why are you still talking?” she asked, tearing at his shirt. She could hear the need in her own voice and didn’t care, didn’t care about anything other than getting him inside of her.