Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) Read Free

I need my space,” I counteracted, immediately missing his touch. 
    “You need to get over that,” he said, and crushed his lips to mine.
    I gasped at the unexpected surprise, and shoved my hands into his chest. He was a solid fucking wall, I couldn’t even budge. His tongue dipped into my mouth, and all thoughts of self-preservation left me as desire smashed into me with a force so intense all I could do was accept it. I knew I should stop this. I did not need this complication in my life right now, but I couldn’t stop kissing him. It felt too good. Too right. And, when it came to Knox, I simply wasn’t strong enough.

Chapter 3
    Knox
    I tightened my grip on her waist, and grabbed a handful of her ass with my other hand. She moaned into my mouth, and I pinned her body up against the wall. She tasted so fucking good, and my cock was rock solid at the thought of what was to come.
    I pushed my dick against her center, so she could feel how badly I wanted her. “You make me so fucking hard,” I said against her ear as I dragged my tongue down its length.
    Her hands rested on my chest, and, instead of her hands tangling into my shirt and pulling me close, she shoved at me. Hard. Normally, I wouldn’t budge, but she used the wall to propel her, and the unexpected force knocked me back a step. Just enough for her to slip away from me.
    “What the fuck?” I asked, latching onto her wrist, and spinning her back to me. She wanted me, and there was no fucking way she could deny it. I heard it in the moans that rumbled up her throat, and felt it in the way her fingers dug into my back before they pushed me away. 
    “I’m not some whore you can stick your dick in whenever you want.”
    “That’s not why I’m here.”
    “It’s not? Before you were thrown in jail, you were at some strip club, getting all horned up. I’m surprised you didn’t ass fuck some poor sap,” she spat, full of disgust.
    I laughed, because this had nothing to do with me, and fire blazed in her eyes.
    “You’re jealous,” I stated matter-of-factly.
    “Jealous?” she exclaimed. “In your fucking dreams!”
    “You always say that, but I know damn well you want the real thing, too. I bet your pussy is dripping wet right now, desperate for my touch. Begging you to let me push my cock deep inside.” 
    Her hazel eyes narrowed in on me, and I met her gaze with unwavering defiance. She dabbed her tongue to her lips before skimming her teeth over them.
    “You want me,” I said, staring at the shine on her beautiful mouth.
    “I do not.” She tore her eyes away from mine, and spun toward the door.
    “Goodbye, Knox.” She yanked the door open, and pointed out.
    “I’m not ready to go.”
    “Well, I’m ready for you to leave. You can take your criminal ass out of here.”
    If she wanted me to leave then fine, but she needed to know one thing. “I’m not a criminal,” I said as I passed her.
    “According to the TV, you are. Disorderly conduct. One station said you’re lucky you weren’t charged with attempted murder. Your fists are weapons. How fucking stupid could you be?”
    “I was helping out a friend,” I said, wishing so desperately I could tell her the truth, but not wanting to see the tidal wave of disappointment and anger it would cause.
    “At a strip club? What are you? Some savior for strippers now? I’m just one of the many. You have some sick notion that you can fix us. Take care of us. Well, I’m not dumb enough to fall for it.”
    “No, that’s not…” My words were abruptly cut off as the door slammed in my face.
    “Dammit!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the quiet morning.
    Eyes peered out through the blinds of her next door neighbor, and I stormed off before making an even bigger scene.
    She was un-fucking-believable. I spent a night in jail, and the only thing I wanted the entire time I was there was to see her. To talk about what happened and get her to finally tell me why she was so fucking