Page 48 of Anger Bang
He grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket as she did so and then rolled the condom on. Then he reached out and grabbed her shorts by the elastic waistband, pulling them down in one swift move. Arching her back and presenting that sweet round ass of hers, she stepped out of her shorts and then looked over her shoulder at him.
His breath caught. She was wearing only an oversize T-shirt with a cartoon doll on it, her glasses were comically cockeyed, and she was surrounded by random lawn-care tools stacked haphazardly on shelves. And Thea was the hottest woman he’d ever seen in his life.
Fuck his life, he was about to tell her that, too, and maybe more, when some emotional survival instinct kicked in, and instead, he grabbed her hips and bent his knees just enough so he could line his dick up with her slick entrance. After that, his brain stopped functioning. All there was to the world was Thea and the tight grip of her pussy on his cock.
It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t easy. It verged on base instinct, as if his body knew something his brain might never figure out and it wasn’t about to miss out on being that close to heaven. He fucked her hard and fast, and she urged him on, meeting his every push forward with her backward move. They didn’t flirt or tease—they were both lost in the way their bodies moved together, both reaching for more.
The closer he got to his orgasm, though, the harder it was to keep his sense of control, but he had to. He wasn’t about to come before she did. Holding on tight to her hips, he held her in position, hypnotized by the way her ass jiggled with each thrust, mesmerized by the sound of her moans as she begged for him not to stop. He slid one hand around her hip and slipped it between her thighs, rubbing her clit, circling it over and over as her breathing became erratic and she clenched tighter around his dick until she came with a strangled cry.
That was all it took for the last thread of his control to break. He pounded into her over and over as her pussy continued to clasp and let go of his dick. The tension in his body ratcheted up, tightening and strengthening until it seemed like he was either going to snap in half or—
He came in a rush that turned his brain inside out and blasted every semi-thought out of his head. There was just absolute perfect silence and the sense that everything—for once—was right with the world.
By the time he came back into himself, still trying to catch his breath as he withdrew from Thea and got rid of the condom in a trash can filled with yard clippings, he was already fighting tooth and nail to get back to who he was before he met Thea Pope—solitary asshole and beyond fucking happy about it.
But that snarly jerk seemed like a character from another dimension.
Holy hell, St. James, you really have just fucked yourself, haven’t you?
Chapter Twenty-One
Thea was never going to look at a leaf blower the same again.
Sure, she’d never gotten a hello-happy-pants feeling about the smell of cut grassbefore, but then again, she’d never gotten straight-up railed the right way while holding onto a wooden shelf stacked with watering cans and gardening tools before, either.
Damn, her thighs were still wobbly.
This was definitely going into her remember-when mental filing cabinet for after the wedding. The one that was happening in two days. The one she’d been counting down the moments until from the instant she’d boarded the plane. The one that she couldn’t wait to put in her rearview mirror up until the moment Kade St. James strode into her life with a flask full of Sprite and had anger banged her into some kind of orgasm fiend.
Seriously. She couldn’t get enough of the man.
Yeah, well you better. Because in forty-eight hours, you’re off to dig up some dinosaurs and he’s—
Her brain blanked. Well, she had no idea where he lived. Just like she barely knew anything else about him beyond the fact that he was avoiding his mom, loved his brother, and thought this entire week was a disaster.
Watching the muscles in his forearms as he buttoned his jeans shut—insert mental sigh of disappointment here—she tried to remember all the reasons why she’d insisted on keeping things as anonymous as possible between them.
It had made sense at the time, but the reality was that the only thing that had really done was make her more curious. What city did he live near? How did he take his coffee? Did he make his bed in the morning or just sort of yank the top sheet and blanket up? What was his stance on breakfast for dinner? What was his Sunday morning routine?
These were all things she shouldn’t want to know, but she did. She really, really did.
Ugh. Why couldn’t anything about her life be easy?
She let the elastic band of her shorts snap back in place with a sharp smack that stung for a second that wasn’t even close to long enough to pull her back from the edge of falling for Kade St. James.
Honey, you suck at no-strings flings.
“Everything okay?” Kade asked as he closed the distance between them, reached out, and tucked an errant hair behind her ear.
The tip of his finger brushed the shell of her ear, sending a shiver of desire through her.
“You missed a hair,” he said, his gaze dipping down to her still-kiss-swollen lips.
If her internal warning system made a sound, it would be deafening right now, sonic booms of girl-you’re-about-to-go-down-like-the-Titanic.
Heart hammering in her chest, she said the first thing that came to mind just to cover up all of the jittery freak-out going on. “You seem less likely to go on a buffalo rampage.”
His hand was still by her ear, and he trailed his fingers down the side of her neck, looking at her as if he couldn’t believe she was real. “Amazing how being with you will fix that.”
