“You clearly weren’t going to.”
“Not my place. You’re the boss, Aspen, and I’m not talking about professionally. I’m following your lead.”
“That may be the greenest flag and greatest way to get into my panties I’ve ever heard.”
“It’s not a line.”
“Then, what are you waiting for?” She opened the car door, then cocked her head, beckoning me. “Come on, stud. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Heart thudding like a teenager’s, I unclipped my belt and got out of the car. We made it as far as the lift. As soon as the doors closed, she grabbed a fistful of my shirt, yanked me to her, and kissed me. Fast, hard, impulsive.
“You’re not at all what I expected.”
I trailed my fingertips up and down her sides. “Oh, yeah? Good or bad?”
“Good. Definitely good.”
The lift jolted as it stopped, but neither of us moved. She bit her lip, eyes blazing. The doors slid open, and still, we stood there. “You coming?”
“Oh, Spitfire.” I growled, low and rough. “I’m coming everywhere.”
She grabbed my hand and led me into her apartment like she owned me, because in that moment she absolutely fucking did.
And I was happy to let her.
Chapter 19
Aspen
If I’d known it was this good, I’d have
given in weeks ago.
The second Jozentered my apartment, I shoved him against the wall and kissed him like I wanted to swallow him whole. No build-up, no soft, breathless kisses, just tongue, teeth, and blazing need.
It’d been far too long since I’d had sex, and the last time I’d done it had left me feeling empty inside. A one-night stand where the guy did not like being dominated, but had no fucking clue how todominate.Joz would know, yet he was happy to let me take the lead, and I wasferalfor it.
He gripped my ass in both hands, grinding me against the hard length of him. “You been thinking about this all night?”
“All night? How about for weeks.”
“You ached for me, Spitfire?” He nibbled my earlobe.
I tore at his shirt, buttons popping. “Yes. Christ, yes.” I fumbled with his pants. “Take these off.”
A low groan echoed through his chest. “You fucking turn me on when you boss me around.”
“That’s lucky, because I don’t intend to stop.”
He released me, but only to yank down his pants and boxers. He kicked them off and shrugged out of his shirt. I lowered my gaze, and my entire midsection flipped over and over like a slinky careening down the stairs.
“Jacob’s Ladder,” I husked.
“Yeah. Worried?”
“No.” I reached out, tracing each individual bar and reveling in the way his cock jumped with each brush of my fingers. “So fucking hard.”
His fingers threaded into my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath catch. “I’ve been hard for you since that first day in London. The way your nipples poked through your wet dress, yet I couldn’t tongue them and bite them, and it—you—haunted my fucking dreams for weeks.”
