She was his drug, and he was her slave.
But once he left here, he was going cold turkey.He’d cut himself off from the pain and suffering.One day, he’d recover.
Until then, though, he was going to indulge.
“I’m going to take my fill,” he murmured.
“Promises, promises,” she said raggedly.Her hand was sliding between their bodies.His erection jumped, but her hand was diving into his pocket, looking for protection.
His jaw clenched.
“Ask me for it,” he growled.
Her breasts heaved temptingly.“Fuck me,” she breathed.
“No,” he snapped.He was not going to be an easy lay that she needed protection for.“Ask me for what you really want.”
Their gazes locked, his determined.Anger still simmered along his nerve endings.Her stare was stubborn.Hot and exotic, but with that impenetrable wall, guarding all emotions except her arousal.
His eyes narrowed, and he kissed her again.Hot and hard, but slow… and seductive…
She might know his trigger points, but he knew hers, too.
It wasn’t tenderness or flaming hot desire that would get to her.It was a connection.A deep-down, abiding connection with someone.Anyone.
A growl rose from his throat.But especially him.
The hot pink of her bra was suddenly the hot pink of the flowers she’d worn in her hair on their wedding day.He breathed in her lavender scent.Kissing her luxuriously, he trailed his fingers down her stomach.He knew she was wavering when he felt her belly tremble.
Unzipping her jeans, he squeezed his hand inside.It was a close fit.The leather cuff on his wrist snagged against her zipper, and he had to work it free.Once he did, he shoved his hand deeper.
And sighed.
She hadn’t been lying.She wasn’t wearing panties.
His fingers glided over her hot, smooth flesh.Parting her lips, he found her most delicate flesh.She writhed when he rubbed her clit.Back and forth, never hurried, but never settling.
“Ask me,” he demanded again, swirling his fingertip around her opening.
She clutched at his shoulders and her hips rolled.
“Roxie.”
A soft cry left her lips.
“Damn it, Billy,” she moaned.“Make love to me.”
It was all he’d wanted.
The control he’d been clinging to slipped and then was free.Need pounded in his head, and he yanked down her jeans.He crouched before her to deal with her boots, and her fingers wove through his hair.
His breaths were hitting her thighs and bare mound.When he pressed a hot kiss against her, she moaned.She was still quivering when he stood and pushed his own jeans down.His erection was thick and straining.
And that was why it pissed him off when he saw her ripping open the condom she’d found in his pocket.
“You’ve got half a second,” he rasped, his hands already settling on her hips.
He was lifting her even as she positioned the hood over the head of his cock.She barely got it unrolled over him before he started to penetrate.He pushed in hard and ground against her at the end of the stroke.
