She took that to mean she’d lose this fight too, and it royally pissed her off. So, without thinking about it, she growled and tried to kick him.
He dodged the blow, laughed, easily lifted her, and laid her on her back on the mattress before coming on top of her. “Pet, if we fight about everything, you’re going to be exhausted all of the time.”
She was glad he kept most of his weight off her or he would have smothered her. “Get off me.” She tried to buck him off.
He twisted his hips and somehow got her legs spread enough for him to make a place for him between her thighs. A gasp sprang from her lips when he pressed against her swollen clit. She wanted desperately to push him off her, but the way he was making her feel had her nails digging into his sides and pulling him closer.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said and pressed harder against the achy place between her thighs.
How was she supposed to fight him if he made her feel so good?
He bent his head and kissed and nipped her face, neck, and shoulder, making the fog thicken in her head.
No … no, she couldn’t do this. She didn’t know him, and her family needed her. She didn’t have time for a romance of any kind. “Get off me.”
He chuckled and kept on seducing her with his mouth and hips.
“Blake, I mean it.”
“I’m sure you do, pet.”
“If you don’t get the fuck off me, I’ll cut your cock off.”
He threw back his head and laughed.
“You think I’m kidding?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yeah. You are a tiny, sweet woman that’s half my size. Besides not having a tool to cut me, I doubt you have it in you to hurt anyone.”
She reached for her knife and brought it up to his neck. “Oh, I think I have what it takes to get the job done.” She liked the shocked expression on his face.
“Where in the fuck did that come from?”
“It’s mine. Now, back off.”
He smirked and went back to licking and sucking on her neck.
“Did you hear me? If you don’t get off of me in the next minute, I’ll cut your cock clean off.”
“Baby, you don’t want to do that. I can give you a whole lot of pleasure with it. You don’t want to hurt it.” He rotated his hips and pressed down, not taking her seriously at all.
She pressed harder, and he just laughed, making her furious. A drop of blood built where the tip of the knife sat, and she was shocked that he continued tormenting her.
When she least expected it, he grabbed her hand that held the knife and pressed it against the mattress. “You should never threaten your husband, love.”
“You’re not my husband.”
“Yet. Now, let go of the knife.”
“No.”
He sighed and, with little effort, took the knife from her and threw it against the far wall where it stuck there. “I don’t want you playing with things that can hurt you.”
She growled. “I know how to use a knife.”
He snorted. “Can we get back to our argument, please? I want to get it resolved. I’m tired, and I want to sleep.”
For the life of her, she couldn’t remember what started the fight. She must have looked confused because he grinned.