Page 375 of Faking the Goal

"Because," I cut in, gripping her hips and yanking her to the very edge of the counter, "I want to hear you say it." My voice drops to a growl, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper. "Tell me what you want, Taylor. Beg for it."

Her lips part, her tongue darting out to wet them, and for a second, I think she might actually do it. But then that infuriating smirk curls her mouth again. "Make me."

I don't give her a chance to brace herself. My hand tangles in her damp hair, tilting her head back, and I crush my mouth to hers again—harder this time, punishing. She moans into the kiss, her body melting against mine, but I pull away just as suddenly, leaving her gasping.

"Last chance," I warn, my free hand sliding between her thighs again, fingers teasing her entrance. "Or I walk out of here right now and leave you aching."

Her breath hitches. "You wouldn't."

"Try me." I press just the tip of my finger inside her, then stop. She whimpers, her hips jerking, but I hold her still. "Three words, Trouble. That's all it takes."

She glares at me, her cheeks flushed with frustration, her thighs trembling around my hips. I can see the war in her eyes—pride versus need, the stubborn set of her jaw fighting against the way her body arches toward me, desperate for more.

"Fuck. You," she grits out, but her voice cracks on the last word, betraying her.

I tsk, shaking my head as I pull my hand away entirely, leaving her empty. "Wrong answer."

Her eyes widen, panic flashing across her face before she can school her expression. "You—you can't be serious."

I step back, adjusting my cock in my jeans with a smirk. "Dead serious. You know the rules, Trouble. If you want it, you gotta say it."

She lets out a frustrated growl, her hands slamming down on the counter. "This is ridiculous! You're ridiculous!"

I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I whisper, "And yet, here you are, dripping for me, aching for me, begging for me without even saying the words." I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my voice dropping to a low rumble. "So tell me, Taylor—do you want me to walk away? Or do you want me to fuck you hard until you're shaking so badly you can barely fucking stand?"

Her breath comes in sharp, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can see the moment she caves—the way her shoulders slump just slightly, the way her lips part on a shaky exhale.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I raise an eyebrow. "Please what?"

She swallows hard, her nails digging into the counter. "Please fuck me."

A slow, triumphant grin spreads across my face. "That's my girl."

I grab her hips and yank her forward, her ass barely on the counter as I claim her mouth again—this time with a growl that vibrates straight through her. She tastes like victory, like surrender, like every filthy fantasy I've ever had about her, and I can't get enough.

"Fuck, you're perfect when you beg," I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with need. "That fire in your eyes, the way your voice cracks just enough to let me know how bad you want me—it drives me fucking wild."

She whimpers as I trail kisses down her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, my teeth grazing her skin just hard enough to leave marks. "You love it when I fight you," she pants, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling just enough to sting.

I chuckle darkly, nipping at the sensitive spot below her ear. "I love it when you lose." My hands slide up her thighs, spreading her wider, my thumbs brushing over her slick folds. "I love it when that stubborn mouth of yours finally gives in and you admit you need me just as much as I need you."

She arches into my touch, her breath hitching as I circle her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. "Shut up and fuck me already."

I don't waste another second. I sink to my knees in front of her. And fuck, the sight of her—flushed, wet, and trembling—is enough to make my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

I drag my tongue up her inner thigh, savoring the way her breath hitches with every inch. Her skin is still damp from the shower, salty-sweet, and I nip at the sensitive flesh just enough to make her gasp. When I finally reach her center, I don't tease. I devour.

My tongue flattens against her, licking a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit, and she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair. I groan against her, the vibrations making her hips jerk, and I grip her thighs harder to keep her still. She's already so fucking responsive, her body arching into my mouth like she can't get enough.

"Fuck—yes—" she chokes out, her voice wrecked.

I hum in approval, the sound sending another shudder through her, and then I focus on her clit—circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it between my lips. Her thighs clamp around my head, her heels digging into my back, and I fucking love it. I love how unraveled she gets, how she forgets to be stubborn and just takes what she wants.

I slide two fingers inside her again, curling them just right, and her back arches off the counter. "Oh god—right there—" she pants, her hips rolling in desperate little circles. I can feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around my fingers, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

But I'm not done, I pull back just as she's teetering on the edge, my fingers still buried inside her, my mouth leaving her clit with a wet, obscene sound. She lets out a broken whine, her body jerking forward like she can chase the pleasure I just denied her.