I was still snapping but he started chuckling.“Hard not to be when my old lady keeps attacking me. Jesus, Ace, no woman has ever fucked me that hard.”Oh God. I was not doing well with being cool and harder to get. I was also not doing well with not acting like a shrew.I pulled away from his hand at my head and dropped to my back, reaching out to yank the sheet over my body.Tate rolled into me and got up on an elbow, his hand sliding to become an arm wrapped around my be-sheeted belly.I stared at the ceiling and tried to get my wits about me.I heard his voice even though I was ignoring his presence (kind of, it was hard to ignore, I was really just not looking at him). “I like it, baby.”“Unh-hunh,” I said to the ceiling.I felt his beard against my jaw, his nose flicking my ear. “It’s hot.”“Mm,” I mumbled.“Never had better,” he muttered in my ear, my head jerked from his and twisted so I could look at him.“Never?” I whispered.“Nope,” he answered, his arm curving more fully around me, he pulled me to my side and into his body.
