Just thinking about being naked with Kara again had his blood roaring in his ears, pumping through his body like liquid fire. Blake licked her clit one last time, feeling her tremble and soften into the aftermath of release. He eased her legs off his shoulders, then lifted her from the desk. Her legs wrapped his waist, arms wrapped his neck, and she buried her face in his neck, tangled her fingers in his hair. There was something about her gentle fingers on his scalp, the way she held him, the way her soft curves pressed into his, and her silky hair tickled his cheek, that broke through the fog of desire and allowed an uncomfortable pinching sensation in the center of his chest. Emotion. It was emotion. He hated flipping emotions. Emotions led to attachment, and attachment led to trouble…to loss and pain, and…more trouble. He wanted none of those things ever again, most especially not with the woman formerly known as Tiffany Snow.

He simply wanted to give the one woman he’d ever loved the only send-off he could by way of the slow, painful death of the man responsible. He didn’t give a damn who thought that was wrong. He could bet Whitney didn’t either considering she was dead and in the ground. Damn it to hell, why was he thinking when he could be fucking? It was past time to get naked and deep inside Kara.

Blake lifted Kara and carried her toward the bed, settling her onto the mattress. He tried to pull away from her, intending to make quick work of undressing, but she wrapped herself around him, and somehow their eyes locked. And Holy shit, the impact of that connection all but knocked him over. His breath lodged in his lungs, and his damn heart raced as if he were running a marathon. He had no idea what it was about this woman, but she reached inside him and twisted him in knots. His gaze dropped to her mouth, her lush, tempting mouth that he wanted to kiss way too damn much for comfort. His teeth ground together, the muscles in his body tightening. It was time to shove Kara into a “fuck only” box, and make damn sure she knew that’s where she belonged.

With a low growl, Blake slanted his mouth over hers, devouring her, hungry for that dark place he knew would allow him to escape, to get lost in pleasure. His tongue suckled Kara’s, and then delved deeply for a long, seductive lick.

She moaned at his invasion, a delicate, sweet sound when he knew she was anything and everything but sweet. But she sounded sweet now and tasted it, too. Sweet and delicious and addictive. Too addictive. He couldn’t stop kissing her. Damn, he needed her wrapped around him, all tight and wet, the way he remembered her feeling in Denver.