JAXON (The Caine Brothers Book 4) by Margaret Madigan

caught her attention. “You may need a spanking for that.”
    She froze, her heart stuttering in her chest. When had this gone from a fight to sex? Did arguing turn him on? It threw her for a loop. She’d always been cool and intellectual, even when fighting with someone. The argument was always about the issue.
    Yet, heat pooled low in her belly like a spark taking hold and smoldering. Her body woke up and took notice.
    “I don’t think so,” she said, trying to pull away.
    Instead, he leaned down and kissed her. This was nothing like the gentle good-night kiss. This was a hungry, bruising, angry kiss. She kissed back as if the fight had extended from words to action. Lips bumped and pushed, tongues demanded, teeth bit. It didn’t take long before that smoldering spark had burst into flame.
    Jaxon twisted his fingers into the hair at her nape and tugged just enough to sting, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. He moved his lips to explore the skin below her ear, trailing his tongue and teeth down to her collar bone.
    “This is in my way,” he growled as he gathered her shirt from the hem and hauled it over her head, tossing it behind him.
    She agreed, taking hold of his shirt and pulling on it until he wriggled free of it.
    A quiet little groan escaped her lips at the sight of him. So much skin and man-ness. God, she wanted to consume him. She couldn’t get enough of him. The wolfish look in his eyes suggested he agreed.
    He took her in his arms again, drawing a wet line with his tongue down her neck and chest as she bent back to open herself up for him.
    He pushed her bra aside and tasted her, first sucking a nipple hard then nipping with just enough pressure to sting, before moving to the other and doing the same. Another groan slipped from her lips. Her mind began to let go and savor the sensations of her body—until she remembered he’d called her self-important and superior.
    She snapped back to herself and gave him a shove. She’d show him superior. Crowding him, she urged him back a few steps, but he recovered and loomed over her like a sexy monolith.
    A sense of power bubbled up from somewhere deep inside as she remembered the orgasm he’d already given her. Her greedy body wanted another.
    She reached down to unbutton his shorts. They already hung low on his hips. It only took a flick of the button and a little push and they fell to the floor. His boxers didn’t take much more effort.
    His cock stood at attention, ready to play. It throbbed, the bulging veins and eager tip damp with a pearl of wetness, begging to be touched.
    She wrapped her fingers around it, eliciting a bone-deep groan—she couldn’t be sure if it came from him or her. Slowly, she squeezed a little tighter then slid her hand down the length of him to where his cock met his body, then back out to the end.
    Glancing up into his face, she noticed his eyes closed, his mouth open, and his head tilted back in the picture of a man in the throes of pleasure.
    Men had ignored her, spoken for her, acted on her behalf all day, without considering her thoughts, feelings, or intentions. The produce guy, Larry, even Jaxon.
    She’d had enough of that nonsense. Here and now, she had power over him, and he gave it to her willingly. Sure, it was sex and not anything like she’d been treated today, but it gave her a piece of her confidence back.
    In the next moment, though, his cock throbbed in her hand and found an answering spasm deep in her core.
    Jaxon came to life. He pushed her hand away and grabbed at her shorts, fumbling with the closure, but not quite getting it to work.
    “Get those off, now,” he growled.
    She did, and in one swift move that took her breath away, he swept her up off the floor and slid her down the length of him like a warm, wet sheath.
    “Oh my God,” she groaned.
    “Mm-hmm,” he agreed.
    He’d buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely. She didn’t want that moment to end.
    But then he lifted