His cock leaped to life, pressing against his zipper. He smoothed down her bare arms with both hands, encircling her wrists and pulling them up so he could kiss each knuckle, taking his time to give himself control. “I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbled, opening her hand and placing a kiss in the center of her palm.

“Ditto.” She freed her wrists and cupped his jaw, rising up on her toes to kiss him.

The feel of her soft lips against his sent a jolt of sparking electricity through him to land in his balls. He let her nibble for a couple of moments, enjoying the sensations, and then he took over. He cupped the back of her head, holding her still, and went as deep as he wanted.

She moaned and moved closer to him, her fingers curling into his skin, biting.

He kissed her harder, exploring her, running his free hand down her side to clasp her hip and pull her into his aching groin. The contact nearly undid him, and he groaned, tasting wine and frosting on her lips.

She kissed him back, moving against him, her hands flattening against his bare chest. Even her hands were soft on him. So delicate.

Never in his life had he wanted a woman so much. He released her mouth and leaned back to look his fill. Her lips were rosy, her cheeks pink, and her eyes dark with need. With desire. For him. He’d done nothing in his life to deserve this, to deserve her, but he couldn’t turn away.

Slowly, drawing out the anticipation, he hooked his thumb beneath a strap and gently drew it down her arm. Then the other one, and the cami fell to her waist.

He breathed out. Her full breasts were tight, the nipples a light pink that were beyond temptation, even without the whipped cream. “So pretty,” he murmured, brushing his thumbs across both nipples.

She shuddered, leaning into his touch.

He yanked the top off her, tossing it over his head.

She gasped and smiled, leaning in to free his shirt. He let her and then tangled his fingers through her hair, holding her still for a kiss. The AC kicked on, but he didn’t feel the chill. His heart started to thump with a hard-rock beat, and he went deeper, walking her back to the bed.

He grasped her hips and lifted her, intending to set her down gently.

She clamped her thighs onto his hips, clutched his neck, and kissed him ferociously. He tried to be gentle, tried to slow her down, tried to keep his mind in charge.

His control uncoiled and then shredded with a physical jolt.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Finally.