Gladly.
She was smart and strong, and he liked that. He craved that. But right now, she was going to beg. “Now, Veronica,” he murmured, easily standing between her and any freedom.
By the desire lighting her bourbon-colored eyes on fire, she didn’t want freedom.
Good fucking thing.
Then challenge and defiance mingled with the desire. Keeping his gaze, she yanked her sweater off to leave her nearly see-through blouse. Then she slowly, very slowly, unbuttoned each delicate button. Her lip curled.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, heat roaring through his chest. “Don’t push.”
Her chin lowered, and she dropped her shirt to the floor. Her bra followed. Then her hands went to the clasp of her jeans.
He stopped breathing. The blood pounded through his ears.
She turned her back to him.
His head snapped against the door.
Slightly leaning over, she shimmied out of the jeans and panties, her spectacular ass swaying with each movement.
His cock pounded in his jeans, threatening to end things right then and there. Oh, then the wild woman would know she owned him. Not a chance in hell. His body undulated, his muscles vibrating, needing to tackle her onto the bed.
He used every bit of control he’d ever honed and forced his body to relax against the door. “Turn around.” His breath was so heated, it hurt to speak.
She did so, her long hair brushing out. Her chin lifted. “What now?” she asked, her voice a throaty echo.
Christ, she was beautiful. Still a little too thin, but he could see her curves already coming back. Her angled features were all fiery Colombian, where her people came from. Smooth skin, full breasts, long legs. Fire and spirit, that was his woman. Icy-hot lust cut through him, landing hard in his balls. But this was a battle he fully intended to win. “Undress me,” he said.
Her eyes gleamed. She might as well have screamedchallenge accepted. Humming softly, she sauntered toward him, more dangerous than most of his enemies on earth. She licked her lips.
He bit down a groan.
The pads of her fingers brushed his abdomen as she pulled his leather jacket free, having to stand on her tiptoes to reach the collar. Then, just to attempt to kill him, she dropped to her knees.
Holy fuck.
He swallowed, tension spreading his legs wide.
She leaned in and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free, and she gave a throaty laugh. Her long hair caressed his dick as she painstakingly shoved his jeans to the ground.
He couldn’t help it. His hand shaking, he speared his fingers through her hair and tugged her to her feet, kicking off his boots and jeans at the same time.
She jerked against his hold, her smile feminine and triumphant.
God, she was something. Amazing.
He planted a hand across her upper chest, spreading his fingers out. “What were you thinking, leaving the safety of this house earlier?”
Her pretty nipples, light brown and erect, all but begged for his mouth. She didn’t answer.
That wouldn’t do. He slid his hand down to palm a breast. She sucked in air, the muscles in her abdomen clenching hard enough he could see them work. Her swallow moved her entire throat. “I didn’t think it all through,” she admitted.
He indulged himself, leaning down to swirl his tongue around her other nipple. “Good girl.” Honesty was good for them both. He lightly bit down.
The sound she gave shot right to his cock.
Then he dropped to his knees, kissing her torso on the way down. “Don’t do it again.” Grabbing both globes of her ass, he dug in his fingers and placed a gentle kiss against her mound.
