But it was. They belonged together. Always had. He was through fooling around. He’d love her so thoroughly she’d have no choice but to believe what he had to say.
Charging into the apartment, he paused to drop his jacket and hat on her sofa, toe off his boots and pull off his socks. He shoved them into the boots. Just because he was in a hurry didn’t mean he had to be a slob.
Something was different, though. He glanced toward the open bedroom door. Where was the sunlight? She must have closed the blinds. Why do that? It wasn’t like anyone could see in.
Unbuttoning his cuffs, he started on the buttons of his shirt as he headed in to see what she was up to. His breath caught. ”Whoa, Trace.”
“Like it?”
The red glow surrounding the bed triggered a visceral reaction. “I feel like I shouldn’t, but… yeah, I do.” He stripped off his shirt and threw it in the direction of the rocker. “What… what are you wearing?”
“A little something I got today.”
“Where?”
“That’s my secret. You’re not supposed to take them off.”
“But—”
“You’re supposed to rip them off.”
“Hot damn.” Pulling out a condom, he shoved down his jeans and briefs and kicked them away. She wanted him to rip off her underwear. To hell with neatness.
Heart pounding, he approached the bed, tearing open the condom on the way, dropping the wrapper on the floor. No rules. Snapping on the condom, he put a knee on the bed, his breathing ragged. “I want you.” He barely recognized his own voice. He sounded desperate.
“Come get me.”
A noise rose from his throat, one he’d never made before.
Her low, sensual laugh sent a jolt to his cock. “What’s so funny, pretty lady?” He climbed in, intent on the black lace separating him from what he craved, black lace he was about to destroy.
“You just growled.”
“Did not.”
“Did so.”
“Your imagination.” He claimed her sassy mouth, hooked two fingers through the middle section of the skimpy bra and yanked. The sound of ripping fabric sent another jolt to his cock.
Abandoning her mouth, he took possession of her breasts, irresistible as they lay exposed now that the bra was in tatters. He was ravenous for her and she responded. Wow, did she respond, writhing beneath him, clutching his head, begging for more.
Even as he feasted, he reached for the flimsy triangle covering his second destination. Gripping it in his fist, he tugged hard. Another satisfying rip nearly made him come.
Sliding lower on the mattress, he parted the frayed material and uncovered his next treasure. So sweet, so delicious. He got her to come, then come again, until she filled the air with her cries.
Only then did he move between her thighs, slide both hands under her firm tush, and bury his cock in her quivering warmth. Once again that low noise rose from his throat.
Her chuckle was softer this time, breathier, but just as sexy. “You did it again.”
“What?”
“Growled.”
“Did not.” Panting, he took what he needed, stroking fast, crazed by the ruby light on her breasts, still moist from his kisses, jiggling in response to his rapid thrusts.
She was gonna come again. He could feel it. He wouldn’t have to slow down, either, she was on fire. For him. Forhim.
He pumped faster and the climax hit them both in the same instant. They yelled at the top of their lungs and he didn’t give a damn if someone heard.
