The minute he slid into bed, she knew he wanted to make love. He always did, but if he thought he was getting some black tail tonight, he had another think coming, especially after he’d told her earlier today to get off his back and stop nagging him about forming a permanent union.

Tag moved closer to her, a hand landing on her shoulder.

Alex forced herself not to respond. She wouldn’t let him do this to her. He’d have to learn that he couldn’t always have his way.

“Alex, I know you’re awake, so stop pretending you’re asleep. You’re not even breathing like someone sleeping,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her ear. She held herself tightly to keep from shivering.

“I’m not in the mood, Tag,” Alex hissed through clenched teeth. She knew without looking that he was already naked. He never wore anything to bed.

“Oh, I can change that.” She heard the amusement in his voice and wanted to punch him. He captured her earlobe between strong teeth, the slight sting of his bite making her gasp in surprise and pleasure. Damn him. Tag knew how nibbling on her ear drove her wild with desire.

“Tag. Please don’t. I told you I’m not in the mood.” She groaned, and her pussy starting to tingle. He continued to nip at her sensitive flesh like he hadn’t heard her. “Tag,” she moaned, knowing that she was on the verge of giving in.

“Yeah, babe?” He turned Alex onto her back. She looked up into his twinkling black eyes.

“Why do you always do this to me?”

“Because you like it. What’s up with the nightgown?”

“I told you —”

“And I told you that if you ever wore a nightgown to bed, I’d rip it off.” The feral gleam in his eyes told her that he wasn’t kidding. Before she could protest, Tag ripped the covers away, gripped the front of her nightgown in his hands, and tore it down the front.

“Tag, stop it!”

“Never. You knew the consequences. I bet you even wanted me to do this — you knew it would be like waving a red flag in front of a bull. Well, you’ve messed with the bull and it’s time for the horns.” When Tag went into Alpha-mode, Alex knew there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to change his mind. Besides, he was right. Hadn’t she secretly wanted to him to do this?

He continued his task of stripping her with urgent movements before sliding on top of her and burying his face against her neck. He pressed hot kisses into her heated skin, such that there was only one thing she could do.

Surrender.

Her fingers dug into his thick, black hair, holding his head against her. The warmth of his breath sent pulses of ecstasy down her spine. Tag’s kisses were making it hard for her to think, but at this point, Alex didn’t care. The angry words of this morning’s argument no longer mattered. The only thing worth thinking about at this moment was the pure, unadulterated lust coursing from her head to her toes.

“Oh, Tag.” His tongue grazed the hollow of her throat.

“That’s more like it,” he growled.

Tag nudged her thighs apart with his knee, rubbing the length of his cock against her moist slit. The rock-hard shaft pulsed and rubbed, teasing her. She wished he’d hurry up and move it into her, but she knew he’d only give in when she could no longer articulate her desires. That was one thing that made him an excellent lover. He always took her body to the heights of passion, making her so hot she could barely breathe before he screwed her senseless.

He shifted to the side of her and trailed a finger down the center of her body.

“Tag,” she moaned helplessly, the way she did every time he touched her. His finger didn’t stop until they reached her throbbing cunt. “Touch me, please,” she begged, arching her hot sex against his palm.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” A knowing grin lit his face.

“You know I do, dammit. Don’t tease me!” Alex grabbed the hand cupping her and mashed it against her pussy. She felt certain she’d die if release didn’t come soon.

“Eager, aren’t you, babe?” he taunted, and if she weren’t so damn horny, she’d knee him in the nuts for torturing her like this. “I thought you weren’t in the mood.”

“Shut up, and fuck me!”

“No dice, babe. I want to play with you a little first.” His middle finger slid between her folds, grazing the sensitive button nestled at the top.