“This is where you tell me to walk away, Trouble,” he whispered.

Those heavy lids lifted, and beneath thick lashes, those green eyes looked into his fucking soul. Her hair was a tangle of rich, red fire in his fist. “You never listen to me when I tell you to leave me alone. Besides. This time it’s different. This time I’m saying yes to everything.”

He thrust his hips against her. She let out a silvery little gasp. Music to his fucking ears. “You aren’t hearing me. I want to use you, ruin you.”

“Then you better get started.” She wasn’t taunting him. The woman meant it.

“I’m fucking serious, Remington. If I start, I don’t know if I can pull myself back.” If he couldn’t control himself, he was no better than his father.

“I don’t want you to pull back. I want you to trust me to take it all.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The word echoed in his head as his blood pulsed painfully in his shaft.

Her lips parted as if she could feel him growing harder at just the thought.

As if the temptation of her pressed up against a wall panting wasn’t enough, her fingers closed around the low neck of her sweater and pulled down.

He was already a goner. He knew it. But that full, round breast with its perky nipple was the last kick in the balls he could take. He used one more short, hard thrust to hitch her higher. He was breathing like a horse after a long run as he leaned down. He ran his tongue over that pink peak in one long lick. Just that little taste sent electricity coursing through his body.

She felt it, too. Her gasp had his erection swelling impossibly bigger.

Desperation. It sunk its claws into him, drawing blood. He needed more. With one quick tug of her sweater, he bared both breasts.

She was perfection. Round and full and firm. Pretty pink nipples begging for his mouth. He treated them to what they craved, and when he’d bathed them both with the rough of his tongue, he sucked one point deep into his mouth. He suckled, drawing that tip deeper and lashing it with his tongue.

“Brick,” she hissed out his name as her fingers gripped his hair.

“Keep fucking breathing, baby doll.”

“Don’t fucking stop, please,” she begged, bucking against him.

He peeled her off the door and carried her toward the light. He wanted to see her. He wanted to memorize every moment of this night so he could carry it with him for the rest of his life.

She held his face in her hands as she kissed and bit his lips.

“Where’s your cast?” he asked between assaults.

“Gone today,” she murmured against his mouth. He regained control of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth just like he planned to do to that wet, tight pussy she had for him.

God. There were so many things he wanted to do. Needed to do.