Walker (Bad Boys of X-Ops #1) by Rie Warren Page B

girl.”
    “And you got a big mouth. Hope you can back it up.”
    Jade grunted, pouncing forward. I ducked the blow she aimed at my ribs then rose behind her. Cinching her wrists in my fist, I held her hands immobile at the base of her spine.
    I pulled her against me. Sweat drizzled between my chest and her back. The muscles in my arms and shoulders bunched with restraint.
    Her ass moved almost imperceptibly against my steel-hard cock, and she gasped before growling.
    Squeezing her fingers together into a tight funnel, she cranked her head back against my throat. She slipped free while I bent over, taking in deep draws of O2.
    Whirling on me, Jade bit out, “Come on, baby . Hit me. You’re the one who suggested a fight.”
    “Actually, I was angling for a fuck.” I reeled away from her incoming roundhouse kick before she made contact. “But what can I say? Lady’s choice.”
    “Then you actually have to fight me to get it.” Her tits rose and fell with the harsh breaths in and out of her lungs. “Your rules.”
    I growled and lowered down on my haunches, prowling in a circle around her. “That what it takes to get you going, Jade?”
    “You don’t have what it takes.”
    Charging forward, I struck fast. I grabbed the back of her neck and hauled her against me.
    My other hand moved to the front of her neck, and her breath left in a sharp exhale.
    I squeezed until the pumping of her blood through her arteries beat against my palm.
    Releasing my hand on her neck, I skimmed down her arm, skating my fingertips against her flesh in a ghost of a caress. My breath washed across her panting mouth.
    “I. Am. Not. Hitting. You.”
    She screamed holy hell, ripping away from me. “What do you want? What do you want from me?”
    When I shook my head, standing in front of her, every instinct in my body pulling me in opposite directions, she flew at me. Punching, kicking, meting out blows like her life depended on it. She still fought with finesse but there was a more personal, vicious force behind it.
    I let her land one more strike—a hard bash to my ribs—before I locked my arms around her. “Only way I’m hitting you is when you’re riding my cock and I’m slapping your ass.”
    She struggled and swore, attempting to break free.
    “Hold fucking still!”
    “Make me,” she spat at me.
    “Goddamn you, Jade.” A sneer formed on my lips.
    I felt the lethal animal inside me coming to life.
    I shoved her away, and she landed on her hands and knees. Grasping her hair, I yanked her to her feet. Forming a fist, I slammed it into her sternum with much less force than I’d ever use on the field.
    She gasped and dropped back.
    I was just about to apologize when Jade shot up with a violent glare. “Is that all you’ve got?”
    Tensing all over my body, I reined in the beast trying to come to life.
    My chin dropped. I balled my fists.
    “I don’t want to hurt you,” I hashed out.
    Damp hair clung to her face as she drew herself up in front of me. “You couldn’t if you tried.”
    I dove for her, driving into her stomach and sending her sailing through the air. She rolled into a somersault, landing on one knee.
    I stood, one big ball of badass and seriously pissed off, on the opposite side of the room. “This what you want from me?”
    “Yes!”
    We met in the middle, digging in. We were both highly trained professionals, but this was something . . . else.
    Her hits came hard and fast. I deflected and spun out of her way as much as possible, which only made her angrier.
    The next time I captured her, I pinned her onto the floor on her back.
    Her disheveled hair—dampened, black and wine-red—tangled in my fingers as I swept if from her forehead. Beads of sweat clung to her temples. Mine dripped down my body. Her top was crooked, my jockstrap loose, and our legs twined together as I held her contorted beneath me.
    “I want you in my bed,” I croaked out. “Want you on my cock.”
    Her knee swung toward my groin,