He was trying to slow things down, to meet her kisses with measure and control, but her bristling sexuality was shoving hot, sticky fingers under his skin, making it almost impossible. With his pulse pounding at his temples and thudding like a jackhammer through his abdomen, he wanted nothing more than to push her against the nearest wall and fuck her into tomorrow.

It took all of his resistance not to obey the roar of his arousal.

“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” He pulled out of the kiss, panting a little. They were still in full view of the street, for fuck’s sake.

“No.” She shook her head. “Here.” Then she yanked him forward and kicked the door shut.

Christ.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her chest was heaving, and her mouth was wet from their kisses, as she planted her hand in the center of his chest and gave him a shove. Tucker’s ass and shoulder blades hit the back of the door as her body followed, flattening against him again, her hand sliding between them, reaching for his belt buckle, sliding it from the loop.

His dick was very happy at the direction things had taken.

“Della.”

She ignored him, working at his belt, her gaze holding his, bold as freaking brass. Christ, he wanted to kiss the hell out of her right now—hunt down her mouth as she had done with his—but then his belt flapped open and a triumphant little noise from the back of her throat sidetracked him totally.

Then she dropped to her knees. Oh Jesus, no. Hell no. “Stop, Della.”

His dick was decidedly unhappy at that.

She glanced up at him with those unwavering eyes. Eyes that said make me. Who knew determination could be such a damn turn-on? The stray wisps of hair framed her face now as she held his gaze and reached for the tab of his zipper. Her fingers brushing across his erection was painfully good, and for a second Tucker’s eyes drifted shut as eddies of sensation swirled in his ass and his thighs and his balls.

They snapped open at the first sound of zipper teeth opening.

Okay. No. Definitely 100 percent no. No matter how fucking amazing she looked staring up at him with a mouth swollen from their kisses and her hair falling all over her face and her fingers poised temptingly at his fly.

She didn’t have to do this for him. He didn’t need his dick sucked. Even if the organ in question was currently in vehement disagreement.

Knocking her hand away, he cupped himself to protect from further zipper incursions while reaching down with the other, sliding it around her biceps and pulling her gently to her feet. “Let’s go to bed,” he whispered, hoping to cool some jets in the time it took to get to her bedroom.