She grinned at me, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled her up from the sofa and buried my hand in her hair, urging her close.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, desperate to hear the sweet sounds she made for me. She rewarded me with a soft moan, and my hands roamed her body.
Mine. All mine. And I couldn’t wait to make her clench around me again.
Lifting her into my arms, I stalked toward her bedroom, placing her on her feet and pulling her T-shirt off before she was aware of it. She blinked up at me in surprise, looking so fucking sexy that I had to take her mouth once more.
“Vas,” she mumbled against my lips. Her hand slipped down to grab my cock, but I caught it before she could make contact.
“Uh-uh, baby. I know your game.” She blinked up at me, and I shook my head. “You enjoy making me lose control.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to make you…”
“Make me what?”
She stared up at me breathlessly, her huge hazel eyes focused on my face, and it took every ounce of my so-called control not to bury myself in her right there.
Instead, I gave her a slow smile. I was a patient man. I’d been patient since the moment I spotted her checking me out from behind the bar. I’d been patient when she realized I knew she’d killed her dirtbag father. And I could be patient while she came to terms with the fact that she couldn’t live without me.
But I’d help her come to that little realization by driving her out of her mind with pleasure.
She was still watching me, but a hint of suspicion had entered her eyes.
“What are you thinking?”
“That’s my business,” I grinned. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
She raised one eyebrow at the order. I smiled at her and pulled off my shirt.
Her gaze dropped to my chest, and she nibbled at her lower lip, her eyes glazing. I grinned. No one looked at me like Mere. Sure, women lusted after me. Lusted after my body. My power. My connections.
But Mere wanted me for me.
And there was nothing sexier than that.
“Your turn,” I managed to order, and she slid me that witchy look, her hands going to the clasp of her bra. Her breasts popped free, and I let out a deep groan.
I was suddenly cupping her head in my hands before I realized I’d moved. My body flooded with need, and as she opened her mouth for me, I swore I’d make her need me the way I needed her. A small whimper left her throat, and my hand shook as I pushed the hair off her face.
My. Hand. Shook.
This woman drove me crazy. I tugged her even closer, sinking my teeth into her lower lip and drinking down her next moan.
I slid my mouth to her neck, her throat, lifting her until she was flat on the bed and I could get at her breasts. They were firm and round. Perfect—just like everything else about her.
I took one nipple in my mouth, teasing and licking. She writhed against me, and my mind went blank as my cock twitched warningly.
“Vas, please.”
I chuckled against her breast. Laughing at myself. At the idea that I’d had that I could slowly strip us both and seduce her gently.
Mere’s sharp little nails dug into my scalp, making it clear she didn’t exactly want a slow, gentle seduction.
Good. I peeled her jeans off her, popping one claw out to slice her underwear from her. She gaped at me, and I shucked my own jeans, lining my cock up at her center.
“Now,” she urged, and I didn’t keep her waiting.
