When her doorbell rang, she jumped up, surprised her dinner had arrived so soon but more than happy because she was starving. Without checking the peephole, she flung the door open … and came face-to-face with Ethan.

He didn’t look like the Ethan Knight she’d grown used to. He wasn’t wearing a suit, nor was he in a pair of dress pants and shirt. Instead, he wore khaki cargo shorts and a tee shirt, and she had to admit she liked the look on him. Add the scruff on his face and the gleaming look in his eyes and he was one sexy-ass man.

“You’re not the pizza deliveryman.”

He braced a hand on the doorframe. “Disappointed?” he asked.

She swallowed hard. “No. Just shocked.”

She gestured for him to enter, but his gaze swept over her, taking in her barely there outfit.

He let out one of those low growls she’d come to recognize as acknowledgment of his arousal and she blinked in surprise. She really had thought he was no longer interested.

“Get inside,” he muttered. “Before someone sees you.”

“It’s warm out,” she said, justifying her clothing when it was none of his business what she wore.

“The delivery boy doesn’t need to see your tight, hot little body.” He backed her into the apartment and shut the door behind them. “It’s for my eyes alone.”

The predatory sound in his voice matched the proprietary look in his eyes, and her arousal immediately spiked. Desire ratcheted up inside her, want dampening her underwear. Jesus. The man was potent. And she couldn’t deny how much she desired him.

He reached for her, his big hand wrapping around her neck as he pulled her close and sealed his lips over hers. She moaned and slid her tongue over his mouth, demanding entrance, taking her due. This time it wasn’t all about him calling the shots. She’d been with him before, and he appreciated when she was bold and asked for what she wanted. Like when she’d invited him to stay. His eyes had glittered a deeper blue.

“Fuck, I missed you.” The words spilled out of him, and if they sounded reluctant, she pushed the thought away, only caring about the here and now.

He kissed her, his mouth devouring hers, sucking on her tongue, the passion flowing back and forth between them. Somehow they ended up on the couch, him pushing her down, his body crushing hers into the cushions. His hard cock pressed insistently against her core, and a rush of wetness coated her underwear once more. His hips ground into hers while he pushed her hair off her face with his hands and continued to brand her with his mouth.

She arched her hips and rubbed her sex against his erection, the pulsing feeling of a climax rushing at her quickly and unexpectedly. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held on as he ground his cock into her and she flew apart beneath him. Wave after wave of trembling sensation racked her body as she came.