I’d been pep-talking myself the whole ride up, reminding myself that I was going to storm in there, climb the man like a tree, get an orgasm or two, then get right the hell back out.

Then those plans went all to hell when the doors opened.

And there he was.

Standing in the kitchen chopping something, his suit jacket off, and his sleeves rolled up all sluttily. Yep. Sluttily. I didn’t make the rules.

Then, well. Whiskey. Cooking. Talking. Sharing the only meal a man had ever cooked for me. Realizing he was reading one of my most anticipated books…

Sure, there had been sex.

And it’d been hard and rough and delicious.

But somehow, that paled in comparison to everything else.

Which was in no way helping the argument I’d been trying to make about how I just wanted him sexually, not personally.

Then the bastard had to pull me against his chest, cover me with a blanket, and rub my scalp while I read.

I tried to ignore the heart-clenching sensation he was causing by getting sucked into the story I was reading.

But then the characters who hated each other had to go and decide they wanted to settle an argument the old-fashioned way. Naked.

And, yeah, it went ahead and reignited that need inside me.

Luckily, this time, I had Soren right under me.

When I woke him up, I hadn’t exactly expected him to follow the hero’s lead in the book, his hand gliding between my legs, teasing me through my panties until I was rocking and whimpering. Then sliding under to torment me some more.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he warned, warm breath in my ear as he got me closer and closer.

But the damn heroine on the page still had a while to go.

“No,” he warned again, pulling his hand away just when I felt that telltale tightening sensation.

“Hey, that’s not on the page,” I reminded him, taking slow, deep breaths to try to calm the ache deep inside.

“Neither is coming. I haven’t even gotten to taste you yet,” he reminded me, reaching to tap the page where the hero was going down on the heroine like a starving man.

The next thing I knew, the book was getting tossed onto the coffee table, then Soren was moving out from behind me to slide in front of me.

He made quick work of removing my panties, then he was down between my legs, working me in a frustratingly slow pace that had me fisting my hands in his hair and trying to rock against him to get more of what my body was screaming for.

I’d never hated a heroine more than I hated that one right then as Soren kept edging me with his tongue, lips, and fingers.