Page 112 of The Backup Plan

“It’s August in Austin and you’re wearing a winter coat.”

She steps inside and shuts the door behind her as she says, “I was cold.” She turns slowly back around to face me, fingers going to the buttons.

My pulse thunders as I watch her undo one after another after another. When the coat hits the floor, so does my jaw.

A lace bra and garters.

Bare skin.

A whisper of silk hugging curves I already know too well.

“Jesus,” I murmur and the sound is one of pure appreciation. “No wonder you’re so cold.”

Her eyes devour mine. They beg and ask and want, and it’s the sexiest way anyone has ever looked at me.

“Hmm,” she says as she steps out of her coat, which is when I notice the sky-high heels that complement the outfit.

“You trying to kill me, Doc?”

She steps closer so that her perfume fills the space. “I’m trying to be touched.”

That’s it. I’m on her before I even realize I’ve moved. Hands gripping her hips. Body backing hers into the wall hard enough to rattle the frame behind her.

“Three days,” I growl against her lips. “Three goddamn days and all I’ve thought about is this. Is you.”

She gasps when I cup her breasts through the lace. “Then stop thinking, Lucas.”

Her hands fist in my shirt. I feel it everywhere—heat, hunger, and need clawing its way up my spine.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I murmur, voice raw with need. “You walk into my place like this? Baby, there’s no way this is going to be gentle.”

She shakes her head. Her hand slides inside my waistband and cups my cock that is already rock hard and aching. “I don’t want gentle.”

I lift her and her legs wrap around my waist without hesitation.

“I want this.” A kiss teeming with desire. “You.”

I turn, set her ass on the counter, and step into the space between her thighs.

“I want hard. I want fast. Never wanted anything more.” Her breath comes in harsh pants, and it’s never sounded sexier. Her fingers twist in my shirt again as she yanks me closer so our lips meet, our tongues dance, and our bodies feel each other’s heat.

My hands slide over her skin. Memorizing. Claiming. Desperately wanting. I press my forehead to hers, forcing this to slow just a fraction. Needing it to.

“How has it only been days and I already need you like this?”

Her fingers thread through my hair as she pulls on it to force my head back to look at her. “Because you haven’t had all of me yet.” She leans back on the counter, resting her heels on either side of my hips, and spreads her knees. “I want you to taste me.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Can this woman be any more perfect?

I slide my hands down her thighs, anchoring my hands at the back of her knees, and drag her closer to the edge. I drop to my knees.

She’s already soaked, the evidence is all over her thighs.

“Look at you,” I groan as my balls tighten and my mouth waters.

I dip down for my first taste. I slide my tongue between the slit of her pussy, my eyes almost rolling in the back of my head at how good she tastes. God, I want her.

But I tell myself to meet her eyes. To watch her face. To see what I can do to her.