This time, when he pinned her to the door with his hips, his mouth slammed into hers, sealing any protests, any smartass comments, any dirty talk between them.

That mouth. It had spent years tormenting him with smart comments and red lipstick. With fucking popsicles in the summer and chaste greetings where she pressed those lips to his and danced away again, daring him to grab hold and keep her there.

She didn’t melt against him. There was nothing soft and surrendering about her reaction. No, Remington Ford counterattacked. And when he forced his tongue into her mouth, and she let out a sexy little moan, he knew he was going to find out finally just how wet she got for him.

Tonight. Now. Finally.

He hadn’t earned her. He didn’t deserve her. But for once in his life, that wasn’t going to stop him from taking what he wanted. What he needed.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered, squeezing those thighs around his waist like he was a mount she was urging faster. “Show me what I can give you.”

Eyes closed as he reveled in the feel of her against him, he shook his head. “It’s what I need, and if I told you everything I need to do to you, you’d run.”

“Try me.”

His shaft, nestled up against those fucking white panties, throbbed as pictures raced through his mind.

“I need to suck your nipples so long and so hard they get hard every time you see me.” The words came from a throat full of shards of glass. “I need to own your sweet pussy with my mouth and my dick. I need to know what it feels like to have you come on my hand, my tongue, my fucking cock. I need to come so deep inside you, you never stop feeling it.”

She trembled against him, shaking like she was cold. But everywhere he touched, her skin was hot.

“I need to bend you over and peel down those wet panties so I can turn your cheeks red with my hand.”

This was where she would laugh or cry. This was the part she would tell him he was sick. Even as he waited, holding his breath for the rejection, there was a powerful relief in finally putting the words out there. Finally releasing his secret.

She cut him off with her mouth. Pulling him down to her and kissing him like she was drowning and only he could save her. She trembled again, a full-body shiver that made him want to apologize for the confession even while he did every filthy thing he’d ever fantasized about to her.

Pulling back, she looked up at him, starry-eyed and stunned. “Yep. Let’s do that. All of it.”

He groaned.

“You don’t mean that, Remi.” She couldn’t mean that. She couldn’t understand what years of yearning would amount to if she gave him access to her body.

She lunged forward, her teeth caught at his bottom lip, and he tasted blood.