A soft masculine sound hummed in his throat. His hands slid up her sides, stroking her rib cage, sliding around to cup her breasts. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She drew his head closer and kissed him.

“Not enough.” She backed him across the floor. When she pressed on his shoulders, he sat in the chair. His gaze was on her bare breasts as she pulled his boots off. They hit the floor with dual thunks. Standing, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid out of them. Her lace Brazilian bikini was pale blue. “Your turn.”

He was quicker, shedding his pants and socks all in a few economical motions. He wasn’t a boxer or brief man and was totally comfortable with his nudity.

“Come here.” Gentle hands urged her to him. Sitting on his lap, she pressed her body to his, skin to warm skin. His tongue was in her mouth, his hands on her back, stroking her inside and out. The erection pressed between them assured her that he still wanted her.

Brushing her hair aside, his mouth cruised down her neck, tongue and teeth and lips setting her nerves on end as they traveled down her collarbone to her breast. He drew her nipple into his mouth, his tongue laving until she was hard as a pebble. Lifting his head, he slid his hands down her sides. He traced the lace edges of her panties, fingers dipping just under the elastic over her hips. One hand slid over her buttock, caressing, squeezing her flesh through the lace.

She reached between their bodies and palmed the hard length of him. He groaned, a deep and masculine sound of approval. His hips surged upward. Hands eased inside her panties, palms cupping her bare bottom. One finger slid around to stroke her core, testing. Pleasure surged inside her. Involuntarily, her hips moved.

She ground her aching center against his hand, but it wasn’t enough contact. The heat was building. She had to quell it before the frenzied need returned. Before she lost control. “Now. Please.”

He froze. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Do you have a condom? Please say yes.” She backed away to discard her panties.

He cleared his throat. “Wallet. Back pocket.”

There were two. She tossed the spare onto the desk.

“There’s no rush.” But the cords of his neck were taut, and his erection bulged huge and hard beneath her touch.

She caught and held his gaze. “I want you now.”