“I don’t mind if we end up in the kitchen.”

The kitchen, though, was exactly where they ended up. They rushed up the two flights of her walk-up, stopping to kiss every other step. It was nothing but hands everywhere, clothing being loosened, and anticipation riding high. They barely got in the front door before their clothes were coming off.

“You did say kitchen, right?”

He picked her up, carried her into her tiny kitchen, and sat her down on top of the table. Her shirt was halfway off and she made quick work of getting it the rest of the way gone.

His balls tightened at the sight of the high curves of her tits pushing against the black lace of her bra. The material gave just enough of a glimpse of her dusky pink nipples beneath to make pre-cum wet the tip of his dick.

“Are you okay if I fuck you long and hard right here in this kitchen?” He skimmed his hands down her sides before moving his fingers to the button of her black leather pants; then he popped it out, relishing the way her breath hitched. He pulled off her pants and dropped them on the floor, revealing a tiny scrap of lace that was the only thing covering her core. The sight gave him the perfect idea. “Lay back on the table, Shelby.” He let out a hiss of a breath when she complied, spreading her legs as she did so. “Damn, you’re so wet for me already, aren’t you?”

She shot him a wicked grin. “Since I saw you sitting on my steps.”

It could be her answer or the sight of her like that had him to yank down his jeans, pull her panties to the side, and drive straight and hard into her. Either way, she nearly squeezed the air out of his lungs. Something hungry and needy inside him demanded release to claim her, to make her his.

He didn’t question it. Really, he didn’t question anything when it came to Shelby. The woman was different from anyone else he’d ever met. She didn’t look at him and see the shadow of someone better. She saw him.

The center of her dark panties was several shades darker than the rest, and he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her arousal as he slid his thumb across her covered clit. She let out an appreciative moan and pushed her hips higher, pressing against his thumb.

“I love seeing you like this, so hot and ready.” Ian slid the lace down her legs and dropped it to the floor.

He ran the backs of his knuckles across her exposed wet folds, so lightly that he was barely touching but more than enough to have both of them straining for more.

Her thighs trembled. “Fuck, Ian.”

His cock twitched in anticipation. “That’ll come later.”