He sat her on the counter in the kitchen, right where their first significant encounter had occurred. “When you were angry with me. It reminded me too much…of him. Of how it always was with him when I spent most of my time waiting for him to lose it with me over every little thing.”

“This wasn’t a little thing, but I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I never want to make you feel the way you did with him.”

“I know.”

“So we scared each other.” He ran his hands up her legs and under her skirt until they were cupped around her bottom. “It’s only because I love you so fucking much that I nearly lost my mind when you confronted him. The thought of you in any kind of danger, no matter how fleeting, makes me want to lose my shit.”

“I’m okay.” She caressed his face and smoothed his hair, which had gotten mussed in the altercation with Jim.

“I should be at the station dealing with him, but I need to be inside you right now more than I need my next breath. I need you, Tiff.”

She unbuttoned and unzipped the dress pants she’d had to talk him into wearing to the party. “Take me. I’m all yours.”

He growled as he ripped the lace panties off her body in a move that sent her own need into the red zone. With his hands under her skirt gripping her ass, he pulled her toward him and impaled her on his hard cock, drawing a gasp from both of them. “Shit,” he whispered as he froze. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“That was rough.”

“I loved it, and I love you.”

Her words sent a tremble rippling through his muscular body as he took her on a wild ride. She hooked her arm around his neck and urged him into a frantic, passionate kiss.

He made an inarticulate sound as he pulled at the bodice of her dress, tugging until her breast popped free of her bra. Squeezing and kneading, he pinched her nipple between his fingers until she cried out from the orgasm that ripped through her, sending waves of heat and sensation from her core to every part of her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said on a groan as he pushed hard into her again stayed there this time as he rode the waves of her climax into his own. Sweating and panting in the aftermath, he let out a gruff laugh. “I need to get mad at you more often. That was incredible.”

“Please don’t get mad at me more often. I couldn’t take that.”

“You have absolutely nothing to fear from me—ever. I’m your slave. I’m completely and totally under your spell.”