He stood then, looking down at her, taking his fill. The lights from the living room softly lit the room from behind him, leaving his handsome face in shadow.

A place Angus Force was accustomed to inhabiting.

“I wondered.” The green of his eyes glowed as he hooked his thumbs in the sides of her black lace panties. “This is what I hoped.”

She swallowed, almost bare to him. He pulled them all the way off and caressed her legs from the ankles up to her thighs, touching her everywhere. It was as if there wasn’t an inch of her he didn’t want to touch at least once this night.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his hands going to the clasp of his belt.

So was he. How hard did he work out to have a rippled six-pack of an abdomen even though he drank so much? She reached for him.

He hurriedly kicked off his boots and the rest of his clothes, kissing his way across her ribs and over her breasts, finally taking one nipple into his heated mouth.

She gasped and arched against him, surprised by the warmth of his skin. Heat spiraled off him. He played, kissing and licking, while she explored the hard planes of his shoulders and back, finding more wounds and healed scars. And muscle. Tight, dangerous, raw muscle.

He nipped her breast while finally reaching down between her legs, where she was more than ready for him.

He groaned. “I definitely want a taste.”

“Later.” She dug her nails into his arms to pull him up. “Definitely later. We have all night.” For now, she needed him.

“Foreplay,” he muttered, scarlet flashing across his rugged cheekbones.

“We’ve been foreplaying for a year,” she gasped. “I’m ready. You’re more than ready.” And he was. Against her, he felt hard and long. Very. There was a lot to Angus, and it didn’t surprise her in the least. She’d been peeking at his jeans for months.

He flattened his hand over her abdomen. “You’re not in charge here, sweetheart.” Keeping her flat against the bed, he moved down her and sucked her clit into his mouth. Full on, hot, with a slight scrape of his teeth.

She bowed, crying out, orgasming instantly. He didn’t stop—maybe didn’t even notice. He went at her, tongue and lips and teeth as if he couldn’t get enough. She writhed against him, wild and crazy, unable to halt the second orgasm from rolling through her, stealing her breath.

He still didn’t stop.

She pulled his thick hair. “Angus. Please, you have to quit.”

He paused and looked up, his eyes burning. “I’ve waited a year for this.”

Oh, God. She swallowed. “I can’t again.”

Wrong thing to say. Definitely the wrong thing. His chin lowered, and his facial scruff stretched across her clit.