“Hey, it was a pretty darn good sandwich.”
He opened his other eye, and the force of his stare was seismic. Something shook her deep inside, setting off a core chain reaction that left her flushed and aching.
He mashed his lips before speaking. “I’ve been meaning to clear the air. I shouldn’t have kissed you in the bathroom the other day at The Watering Hole.”
She blinked as his words registered, her stomach flipping over. Her free hand slid to the edge of the comforter as the urge swept through her to duck and take cover. Here she was, so lost in this helpless wanting, her sensitive underbelly on full display. And he was about to let her down, remind her that she didn’t tempt him, that she never could—
“Because I’d been thinking about that kiss for a hell of a long time and it might have deserved a more upscale location.”
She swiped her top lip with the tip of her tongue. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but kissing burns six calories a minute. And I didn’t get any exercise on the car ride.”
His gaze darkened, tracing the shape of her mouth with such intense heat that it was a surprise her skin didn’t respond with a sizzling hiss. “The thing is, see, my thoughts never ended with just one kiss. I kept going. Tasting you... everywhere.”
Her nipples strained against her bra, volunteering as tribute. “All right, Mr. Big Talk. Are you going to show me or am I going to have to go home and lie in my diary?”
“That all depends,” he rumbled.
“On?” She was afraid to move, to breathe, to jinx the magic.
“Whether you want me to.”
Her core clenched.
“I want my mouth on every inch of that gorgeous body. But if I do that, I’m taking my time, doing it right until you scream my name. But I won’t lift a finger unless you beg.”
“A finger?” She pretended to think it over, like the scrap of lace masquerading as panties beneath her jeans hadn’t melted into a puddle. “If I’m going to be brought to my knees, I’ll expect more than one finger, just FYI.”
For a guy who had a reputation for being so cool, he had a heck of a smolder. “I can see about that.” She didn’t see him move, yet he was closer.
“Go on.” Closer still. His sexy-as-sin smile left her salivating. “Ask nicely.”
“No.” She leaned in and bit the corner of his lower lip. “Nothing about this is going to be nice.”
When they came together, it was like there’d never been any distance to close, like they’d never done anything else in their lives. Her mouth felt as if it had been made just for him. His lips fit against hers perfectly. When he coaxed, she opened and his tongue slid against hers, the heat of the kiss surging to the tips of her toes. She put her whole body into the answer. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his muscles bunching and cording beneath her fingers. He grabbed her hips and rolled her on top. The hard length of his cock drilled into her lower belly as he grabbed her ass and pressed her down hard.
This wasn’t soft.
This wasn’t romantic.
It was clawing. Savage. And fucking amazing.
His fingers worked their way up to the waist of her jeans and, dipping under, he paused.
“This is interesting.” His light snap of her panties’ elastic waistband made her gasp.
“And very tiny,” she teased.
His swallow was audible.
His hands migrated to her front, and with a quick button pop and zipper grind, her jeans came down. She kicked them off her ankles.
“Sit up. I want to see you.” His voice was deeper and rougher than she’d ever heard.
“Has anyone ever said that you are bossy?”
“Mostly you. I think you like it though.” He brushed his thumb along the seam of her pussy, encased in the pale pink silk, scorching her with his possessive gaze. “Not going to lie, it seems as if you like it. A lot.”
She was so wet that the material skimmed over her, his touch the lightest whisper of pressure against her clit. Her hands balled into fists and her head rocked back.
