Page 51 of Property of Yak

Not that he is giving it.

I should have let him kiss me in the bathroom. I wanted to, but my worry for his wounds overrode my need to feel his lips against mine.

I’m regretting that choice now as we lie side by side in bed, neither of us moving an inch.

Then I feel it. At first, it is just a sudden shake. Then it becomes more persistent.

Turning over, I stare at him in the dark, the moonlight through his window outlining his face.

“Are you okay?” I whisper.

“Fine. Go to sleep,” he mutters.

“I would, but you’re shaking the whole bed.” I reach over and grab his leg.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” He goes to get up, but I put a hand on his chest.

“How can I help?”

He lets out a deep breath. “It’s adrenaline. I just need to wait it out. Or wear myself out.”

“Fighting seven men didn’t wear you out?”

He laughs. I love the sound of it. He’s been so serious since we have met that I enjoy this different side to him.

“Angel, winning a fight knowing you are the prize? That only amped me up more.”

I shiver at his words. To know that he coveted me. He didn’t just fight to win out of obligation. He wants me.

“So how do we wear you out?” I say in a sultry tone, my hand sliding lower on his chest.

“Julie, don’t start something you can’t finish. I want to be an honorable man, but even I have my limits,” he warns.

“I didn’t ask you to be honorable. You fought for me. I’m your prize. Shouldn’t you be able to enjoy your prize?”

“Fuck, woman,” he growls as my hand slides under his boxers to find his already hard and throbbing cock.

“Let me show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me,” I tell him.

His hand falls onto mine, stopping me.

“No. Don’t do this out of obligation. If you want to touch me, I’m all yours, but you do it because you want to. Because you cannot stand the thought of not touching me.”

I pull my hand from his boxers, knowing he is likely disappointed. Before he can comment on it, I move to straddle his hips, his shirt riding up my thighs. His hands fall to my skin as I rock against his hard cock, feeling myself grow wet at the contact.

“I want you. I want this,” I tell him.

“Oh no. I’m not letting you off that easily. What do you want? I want words.”

I smirk at him. “I want your cock.”

“Fuck, Angel. You don’t cuss, but you’ll say cock?” he questions.

“I blame the romance books I read.”

Suddenly, I’m on my back as he flips me over. I wrap my legs around his hips and grind myself against him.

“Tell me where you want my cock. Your mouth? Your pussy? This tight ass?”