“You thought I’d change my mind?” I gasp between desperate kisses.
“I didn’t know.”
“Denver.” I hold his face close as I kiss him back with everything I have, trying to convey a million thoughts and feelings about the way I feel about him without using words. I kiss him until we have to break apart for air.
“I know what I want,” I say as I yank his tie loose and pull it over his head. “I want you. That hasn’t changed. It won’t ever change.”
I push his jacket from his shoulders with urgency and kiss him again, rushing to undo his shirt.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t want you again once we got back to the city? That I wouldn’t want this?” I kiss him harder, pressing my whole body against him, practically climbing him like a tree as lust and need overtake me.
“I was going crazy,” he groans, hoisting me up into his arms so my legs wrap around his waist. He turns and slams me against the wall, devouring me from the inside out as his tongue dances against mine.
My dress is hoisted around my waist, and I tighten my thighs around his thick torso. His gun digs into the underneath of my thigh.
“Your weapon is pushing into me.” I smile into another heated kiss.
“Fuck yeah, it will be in a minute.”
I giggle, having to physically pull his mouth from mine so I can speak. My eyes meet his, and I giggle harder as I realize he just gave me another Denver joke.
“Not the monster.” I arch a brow, biting my lip.
He readjusts his grip on me, lifting my leg higher.
“Fuck, Princess. You. Naked. Beneath me. Now,” he groans like he’s about to lose control any second.
He strides down the hallway, carrying me like I weigh nothing. I run my fingers through the hair at the back of his head as my lips find new angles to kiss his throat, drawing a gravelly moan from him.
“I want to know how much you missed me,” I say, running my tongue over his Adam’s apple, then kissing it as it flexes beneath my lips. “I want you to show me exactly how crazy it’s made you not being able to touch me in the way you want to. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
“Don’t give me free rein like that, Princess,” he groans like he’s being tortured in the best possible way.
“Why not? I trust you.”
His mouth finds mine again as we enter a room that has his scent all over it. But I can’t look around because he’s already placing me onto a huge bed and pressing down over me.
“You want me?” he rasps, his eyes almost black as he looks at me with desire.
I push his unfastened shirt from his shoulders, allowing my hands to roam over the hot smooth skin that’s unveiled.
“I want you so much I can barely think straight,” I pant, wriggling in the small gap between his arms. “Please, Denver. I need you inside me.”
I arch up into his kiss as he groans into my mouth, taking my breath like it belongs to him. But his mouth leaves mine too fast, and I huff in frustration as he moves away.
“There’s something I need to do first,” he says, shoving his hands up my dress and tugging my panties off roughly.
He balls them up inside his fist and presses them to his nose.
“Fuck, Sinclair,” he groans as he inhales. “How the hell have I functioned without having you?”
“I don’t know,” I breathe, parting my legs. “Probably the same way I’ve struggled without you.”
I swear his lips curl into a smile at my words as he drops my panties onto the bed and pushes my dress higher, exposing me to him.
“You’re soaking, Princess.” Hetsks, taking me in.
I use two fingers to spread myself wider, loving the husky curse that slips from his lips.
