Page 54 of Rogue Wave

“What’s something you shouldn’t do that feels good, Hank?” I knew I was goading him, but I didn’t care. I wanted whatever was going on in his head to become a reality for me—badly.

I felt heat creeping up my neck at the mere thought of being with Hank. I licked my lips, just thinking about the possibility.

“Damn… You’re gonna have to stop me, or I’m going to make bad decisions.” His voice sounded on the verge of breaking, and I knew he was hanging on by a thread.

My ovaries started Irish dancing.

“Make them,” I panted, one hand in his beard, the other on his chest, twisting at the buttons on his shirt. “Make bad decisions with me.”

15

“Pufferfish spend days decorating the ocean floor to impress a mate. Raise your standards accordingly.”

—It’s science

Hank

God, this woman had reduced me to nothing but a horny teenage boy.

She was pressed between the kitchen counter and me, and yet I couldn’t get close enough to her.

Damn, this woman was going to be the death of me, if my hard-as-stone cock was anything to go by.

I was drunk…but not from alcohol. The scents of vanilla, saltwater, and Hazel were what had me feeling lightheaded and carefree.

“God, you are stunning,” I told her, rubbing my hands reverently over her curves, desperately wanting to feel her soft skin beneath this dress.

Christ. The desire that was sparkling in her eyes was enough to make a man fall to his knees. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I took a mental snapshot so I could remember this moment again and again.

I kissed her and felt like a man possessed. I couldn’t get enough. There was so much silent demand in that kiss. So much greed, from both of us.

I was so amped up that I thought I might blow like a grenade.

“I’ve been wanting to rip this dress off you for hours,” I said, running my lips along her jaw to her ear.

“Please don’t. I don’t have many dresses, and it’s my favorite,” she replied, tilting her head to give me better access.

Unable to resist the opportunity she gave me, I moved my lips along her neckline, tasting her sweet skin. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

She let out a breathy moan, and my cock swelled to a painful level against the zipper of my pants. “How about you just take me to your room instead and peel it off me slowly…and in one piece.”

Good plan.

I pulled back, sliding my hand into hers, and tugged her to follow me as we walked quickly down the hall and to my bedroom.

I’d save her dress, but I needed to be inside her. Now.

I flicked on the light by my bed, casting a soft glow around the room. My large king bed was beside us, the perfect height for me to lay her out naked across my Navy comforter and enjoy every square inch of her body.

I needed to feel her skin against mine, so I lowered my hands to her thighs and slowly lifted the hem of her dress up and over her lush body. She raised her arms to allow me to slip the stretchy material over her head, and then I tossed the dress onto the bench at the foot of my bed.

“Now your dress is safe,” I told her as my gaze surveyed and scanned her body from top to bottom.

She had on a red bra that was thin enough to show her tight nipples poking against the fabric, and my mouth salivated, showing how much I wanted to run my tongue over them. Her underwear was a matching shade of dark-red lace that looked delicate against her soft, pale skin.

“Your turn,” she said, bringing me back to the moment.

I needed to touch her, but fair was fair. I unbuttoned my shirt and whipped off the tee underneath as fast as I could. Wasting no time, I took a step closer and cupped her head in my hands before bringing my mouth down on hers and devouring her.