Don't be a sore loser.' 'It's hard to argue with a woman when she's got her knee on my ego.' 'Good. Now I'm going to have my way with you.' 'Are you?' 'Damn right. I won.' She cocked her head and reached down to strip off his shirt. 'Cooperate and I won't have to hurt you. Uh-uh.' When he reached for her, she gripped his hands and pushed them back to the mat. 'I'm in charge here. Don't make me get out the cuffs.' 'Hmm. An interesting threat. Why don't you--' His words trailed off as her mouth came down on his, hard and hot. Instinctively, his hands flexed under hers, wanting to touch, to take. But he understood she wanted something else, something more. So he would let her find it. 'I'm going to take you.' She bit down on his lip, sending an edge of lust razoring through his gut. 'Do whatever I want to you.' His mind was already spinning, his breath clogging. 'Be gentle with me,' he managed, and felt warmth twine with the heat when she laughed. 'Dream on.