Chapter 20

He'd had enough of her teasing. Time to put her mouth to better use.

He moved so quickly she barely had time to blink as he lunged across the shower room for her. She was closer to the exit door and whirled around to run. He chased her, dripping across the change room and caught her right as she reached the door. Grabbing her arm, he swung her around and slammed her back against the lockers next to the door.

Anya gasped and tilted her head up to stare at him with wide, frightened eyes. He had no intention of hurting her, but he was glad she was taking him a little more seriously. She had made a stupid move, following a champion cage fighter into a dimly lit change room alone and then questioning his ability to tame her. That kind of challenge could only end one way.

He hunched his naked shoulders and dropped his head down into the crook of her neck, under her jaw. Water dripped from his hair down her neck, trailing into the neckline of her hooded sweater. Inhaling her sweet fruity scent, he grew even harder, his cock reaching out to brand her belly. He fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head back so he'd have better access to her delicious throat.

She moaned and brought her hands up, hesitantly placing them against his wet biceps. She curved her small fingers around the muscles and flexed her short fingernails. She said nothing about his blatantly sexual hold on her, simply tilting her jaw slightly to give him better access to the tender skin of her throat. She was an intriguing mix of boldness and innocence. She went toe to toe with him verbally, but then submitted to his physical aggression.

Or that's what he thought right before he felt the tiny, subtle shift of her hips, giving her better leverage for a knee to his vulnerable groin. It was a damn good thing he could read other fighters so well or he would likely be rolling around on the floor cradling his bruised balls.

He took a calculated risk, letting her bring her knee up before blocking her attempt to unman him. Before her knee could connect, he moved swiftly to wedge his hips between her legs. Grabbing her waist, he picked her up off the floor, slammed her back into the lockers and pinned her with his much bigger body.

The breath whooshed out of her and she held on to his shoulders tightly so she wouldn't fall. "Ash!" she gasped as he ground his cock into the vee of her thighs, wetting her clothing and forcing her to feel his length against her covered pussy.

"You shouldn't play with the big boys if you can't handle the heat," he growled, before capturing her mouth in a heated kiss.

Her luscious lips had been begging for his attention, even if her sarcastic words said otherwise. He took her mouth with all the erotic aggression he had felt since first setting eyes on her. Forcing her head back against the locker, he devoured her lips, mouth and tongue. Plunging his tongue into her mouth over and over, sweeping it across her teeth and stealing her breath, he fucked her mouth until she was gasping and begging for release.

He backed off for a second to give her room to recover. She took several gasping breaths, staring at him with glazed eyes before reaching up, tugging his short blond spikes in between her demanding fingers and yanking his head back down to hers for more.

He didn't require more prompting. He swooped in for another long, intense kiss. She moaned, sending streaks of lightning straight to his groin. Ash brought his naked leg up between hers and let her body slide a few inches down the lockers until her pussy was balanced on top of his rough, thick thigh. She sighed in ecstasy and wiggled her hips, experimenting with friction.

"Oh god!" she moaned, tilting her head back and moving her hips back and forth across the top of his thigh.

Even with her heavy combat boots dangling alongside his calves, he held her up easily. He took hold of her hips and helped her rub her pussy along his leg, delighting in the moans of pleasure that escaped her gorgeous lips.

"Fuck baby," he growled. "You look so fucking good just like that." He could feel the wetness of her pussy seeping through the thin material of her leggings. Knowing that she was finding her pleasure with him, he wanted to lay her down on one of the benches, strip the damn leggings from her and sink balls deep into that snug little cunt.

She whimpered and bit her lip between small, white teeth. She jerked her hips faster, close to orgasm simply from rubbing against his thigh. He grasped a hand full of her hair when he sensed she was close, tipped her head back and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, swiping it around, forcing her to take him.

He swallowed her scream as she came all over his leg and held her while she shuddered and collapsed against him.

He was definitely in love.

Ash had never seen anything like her. He had also never been so turned on in his life. Giving her time to enjoy the aftermath of an intense orgasm, he held her tightly and waited, determined to give her a few minutes before taking things further. He fully intended to plant his cock in one of her orifices. But he wasn't a total pig, he could wait a few extra seconds. Even if his dick was telling him to get on with things.

"Let me go," she groaned, her sexy voice shaky from orgasm.

"It's okay baby," he said, moving his leg back and gently letting her slide down until her feet touched the floor. He steadied her when she would have stumbled.

She swept her long eyelashes up to look at him with striking blue eyes.

He couldn't quite place her expression. He wanted to go with wonder or awe, but for some reason he thought she might look angry. Damn it. He was starting to suspect she wasn't interested in helping him out with his raging hard on any more. Maybe he'd scared her with the intensity of his sexual advance. He usually wasn't this way around women, but something about her had him twisted up, demanding he stake a claim immediately.

"Easy, baby," he said, a hand still on her arm.

She shoved his hand away and stepped back. "Don't touch me," she snapped.

"What the fuck?" he said, confused, and backed away from her.

"Hands off the merchandise," she snarled, her sassy attitude returning full force. "That shit'll get you killed big man!"

Her snide remarks pissed him right off. "Excuse me, baby, but you were the one grinding that little pussy all over me. I'm pretty sure I'm not the one giving off mixed signals here."

She did indeed look ready to commit murder now. And still his penis was stiff as fuck, begging him to make nice with her. The way she stood, the way she pursed her lips. Even annoyed he wanted to kiss her and force her little body to take more orgasms from him.

"Okay, look Anya, let's just talk," he said, in what he hoped was a conciliatory tone instead of the tone of a man who knew he was about to suffer blue balls, but still wanted, pathetically, to be near the object of his lust.

She looked pointedly down at his cock and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, okay, I'll put some clothes on. Then we can talk." He turned to reach for the boxer briefs, jeans and T-shirt he'd placed on the bench before his shower.

The moment his back was turned he felt a rush of cold air across his bare ass as she flung the locker room door open and bolted. He should have known. The woman was a box full of contradictions mixed with a bratty mouth and a sexy as fuck body.

Ash growled and sent his fist into a nearby locker, bending the metal. He was going to find out exactly who mystery woman was. Find out where she lived and everything about her. Hopefully once he did that, he would be calm enough to play the wooing game until she admitted she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.