Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series by Aimee Nicole Walker Page A

made me so crazy with lust that I feared he’d have me panting like a begging dog. “Besides, it’s my turn to do the fucking.”
    Jag pulled back from me slowly, his hooded eyes stayed locked on mine. “Come and get it then.”
    He turned and walked into his living room. I followed him after I picked my jaw up off the floor. I had almost caught up to him when a streak of gray fluff followed by a black one ran in front of me and knocked me off balance. I tripped forward and crashed into his back, which knocked him to his hands and knees. I landed draped all over his back in just about the perfect mounting position. My dick twitched happily in my briefs at the thought of filling him again.
    “So you want to scrap after all,” Jag said as he dropped and rolled to his side. I collapsed once his supporting weight was no longer beneath me. Jag took advantage and rolled us until I was pinned beneath him. “I love your aggressiveness and eagerness to fuck me, Bones, but you could’ve broken my dick just now.”
    He lowered his head at the same time I raised mine and our mouths met in the middle for a savage kiss. There was no other way to describe the almost painful passion that transpired between us every time we came together. He bit my lip hard enough to draw blood and I hissed angrily between parted lips. Just as quickly, his soothing swipes of his tongue over the offended flesh dulled the anger to a lust so intense I completely lost sight of myself. The only thought was pinning him down and taking his ass again, because no one else made me feel what he did.
    “That’s right, Bones,” he whispered wickedly in between nips and bites on my neck, “show me what you want from me.” He was taller and probably had more than a thirty pound advantage over me, but I liked the challenge he presented me.
    I should’ve been appalled that Jag had a stash of condoms and lube handy in his coffee table drawer, but right then I was just thankful as I began stretching him open to receive me. Thankful turned into elation as his tight rim strangled the head of my dick.
    “Fuck me already,” he snarled as I took my sweet time letting him adjust to my penetration. He kept bucking his hips back onto my cock and it was enough to snap what little control I had. “Miller!” He roared my name as I slammed deep inside him and rode his ass like it was my last rodeo. Jag played the role of a bucking bronco very well, but he wasn’t trying to unseat me. His ass eagerly met every thrust until we were reduced to a spunky, sweaty pile of tangled limbs on his living room floor.
    “I actually only came over here to talk to you,” I told him once some of my blood had returned to my brain. “Sex was just wishful thinking.”
    “Talk?” His incredulous snort told me that he didn’t believe me. “Give me a few minutes and we can ‘talk’ some more.”
    “Seriously, Jag,” I eased my dick out of him and rolled over on my back. I turned my head and looked into his suspicious dark eyes. “I hadn’t even planned on taking you up on your offer until your critters tripped me and knocked me into you.” I wasn’t even sure what type of animals ran in front of me.
    “You’re going to blame my kittens for you knocking me to the floor and fucking me senseless.”
    “Yes, I am blaming your kittens because it’s the truth.” I was thrilled to hear him say I fucked him senseless, but my mind kept going back to him owning kittens. He didn’t strike me as a fuzzy kitty type, which made me wonder what else he might be hiding beneath his sexy veneer. I sensed that there were even more layers to Jag than I first thought, sort of like an onion. Damned if I didn’t want to peel back every single layer to discover the real Jagger Jackson.
    “Riiiiight. I’ll play along, Bones, because I’m curious as to what you’re going to say next. If you didn’t come here for sex then what did you come here to talk about?” His smug tone challenged me, but