“Baby,” I whispered my plea, nearly at my end but staying put.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled in my ear.

And there it was.

His good girl? Why did I always have to be the good girl?

Fuck that.

I whipped my head around, turned my body, dislodging his hand and I attacked. I got him on his back, my hand pushing him down to the bed, my mouth in his neck, my tongue tasting his skin and my other hand wrapped around his hard c**k as I moved astride him. I guided the tip inside and then I ground down, impaling myself. When I was filled with Tate, my upper body shot up, my back arched and my head flew back.

“Yes,” I breathed as I ground down further then started to move, riding him hard.

He knifed up and one of his arms wound around me, his other hand slid into my hair, fisted and forced my head down.

I was still riding him and loving every stroke, so caught up in the feeling I didn’t notice he was smiling huge before he forced my mouth to his and kissed me deep.

I was close, pounding down harder, faster and losing my breath. His lips let mine go when my breath started coming in deep hitches but he didn’t take his fist out of my hair or his mouth from mine.

“Fuck me, baby,” he muttered as his arm came from around me and his hand went between us.

“Unh-hunh,” I mumbled, incapable of speech, entirely focused on something else.

I felt his lips move under mine and didn’t process his grin because his finger hit the spot. My h*ps bucked and I went faster, both my hands fisting in his hair as I breathed and whimpered in his mouth.

“Christ, Laurie, you’re f**kin’ magnificent,” he growled and it started.

“I’m coming, baby,” I whispered.

“I feel it,” he muttered. “Let go, Ace.”

I let go, grinding down, my back arching but I couldn’t escape his fist in my hair and he forced my mouth back to his and absorbed my moan.

Mid-orgasm I found myself on my back and he was pounding into me, harder than I could ever manage while riding him and it felt brilliant. His hands behind my knees yanked them up high then swung my calves in to curve around his back. I tightened and held on with all my limbs as his hand slid down to my hips, lifted them up and he thrust harder and faster, his grunts vibrating against my mouth.

“Fuck me, baby,” I whispered his words in the waning throes of my orgasm and as my teeth bit his bottom lip, he slammed into me and groaned low.

It took us both awhile to recover and when Tate did, his head lifted and he took some of his weight on a forearm but he stayed rooted inside me. His hand came up and his fingers sifted into the hair at the side of my head while he watched. His fingers came out and glided aimlessly along my hairline as his eyes came to mine.

“It’ll be interesting…” he said softly.

“What?” I asked when he didn’t continue.

His lips twitched. “How you’ll be after I give it to you regular.”

“Tate,” I warned. I was feeling supremely mellow, since he made bacon and ketchup sandwiches stuffed full of crisp bacon and loaded with ketchup, not to mention the after dinner orgasm. I didn’t need him to be annoying.

His mouth moved to touch mine where he spoke. “I find out you ignite like that normally, Laurie… damn. Gonna chain you to the bed, babe.”

I felt his mouth smile against mine.

Arrogance.

“Tate.”

“Can’t blame it on a long abstinence this time.”

“Tate –”

“You attacked me again,” he informed me, his head moving away half an inch.

“Well you instigated it!” I shot back. “All that…” I hesitated, “before stuff.”

“All that before stuff?” he repeated and I saw close up his eyes were dancing.

My eyes narrowed.

“You’re a tease, Tatum Jackson,” I accused.

He threw back his head and laughed at the same time he rolled us, his arms going around me, his shaft sliding out of me and he settled on his back, me at his side.

I got up on an elbow, put a hand to his chest and glared down at him.

“I think you just might be arrogant,” I declared and he focused on me through his fading laughter, his hand coming up to sift in my hair, fingers curling around and putting pressure there to pull me closer to him.

“You light up like that for your ass**le ex?” he asked.

“I don’t wish to discuss my sex life with Brad while I’m na**d in bed with you,” I snapped.

He grinned. “You didn’t.”

“Arrogant.” I was still snapping but he started chuckling.

“Hard not to be when my old lady keeps attacking me. Jesus, Ace, no woman has ever f**ked me that hard.”

Oh God. I was not doing well with being cool and harder to get. I was also not doing well with not acting like a shrew.

I pulled away from his hand at my head and dropped to my back, reaching out to yank the sheet over my body.

Tate rolled into me and got up on an elbow, his hand sliding to become an arm wrapped around my be-sheeted belly.

I stared at the ceiling and tried to get my wits about me.

I heard his voice even though I was ignoring his presence (kind of, it was hard to ignore, I was really just not looking at him).

“I like it, baby.”

“Unh-hunh,” I said to the ceiling.

I felt his beard against my jaw, his nose flicking my ear. “It’s hot.”

“Mm,” I mumbled.

“Never had better,” he muttered in my ear, my head jerked from his and twisted so I could look at him.

“Never?” I whispered.

“Nope,” he answered, his arm curving more fully around me, he pulled me to my side and into his body. “Woman detonates like that for man, f**k, Ace.” His mouth touched mine before he pulled away. “That’s how I know you didn’t give it to that ass**le the way you give it me. You did, no way in hell he’d ever…”

He stopped speaking, his head came up and it tilted.

“No way he’d ever what?” I prompted.

Tate’s chin jerked and his eyes narrowed.

I wasn’t paying much attention to what Tate was doing. I was intent. I wanted an answer because that answer was important. Almost as important as me finding out he’d never had better, not with Neeta, not with anyone.

“Tate, no way he’d ever what?”

“Shit,” he clipped suddenly and rolled off the bed. “Stay there,” he ordered as he grabbed his jeans and started dragging them on and I sat up, holding the sheet to my chest. “Don’t move, I’ll be back.”