The red wine was warm and buttery, and Liza let her back rest on his chest. So this was what it was like to feel completely at ease with someone. His big hands moved across her belly.

He looked up at the loft. “Liza,” his voice rumbled in her ear. “I want to— Can I?” Liza was prepared to say yes to just about anything:

• Butt stuff
• Another chick
• Strap-ons

He asked for none of that.

“Kiss you?” he finished. He pulled her up to straddle him faster than she could say, “Hell yes.” Liza gasped as his mouth opened over hers, and his tongue swept inside. The tight bowstrings of her body were suddenly cut all at once. Why had he taken so long? He held her tightly and coaxed and teased with his tongue. His hand slid up her rib cage and caressed her back before it found her aching breast.

“No bra. This drove me crazy all night.” He rolled the firm bud between his thumb and forefinger. He used his other hand to push her hip harder into him. Liza placed her hands on his chest; the rapid pace of his heartbeat was like a drum under her hand. He stretched and hardened underneath her.

“Is this what you came for, Liza?” Dorsey said, rocking her again on his hardness. She fluttered open like a dark-petaled peony. When she arched her back, he took her breast in his mouth, sucking greedily over the thin T-shirt. A loud moan escaped her, and Dorsey clamped his hand over her mouth and continued his intense sucking and grinding. She moaned into his hand and bit the rough skin.

Shit, this got intense fast. If he found the right spot, she would come with her clothes on like in high school. He was too damned in control of himself. Liza knew Park was just upstairs. She understood Dorsey’s restraint, but feverish need pulsed through her, and she wished he’d lay her down on this fancy-ass rug and fuck the way his eyes had told her he wanted to. Park could watch, for all she cared.

Liza didn’t expect this. Or rather, she didn’t expect for his kiss to be so jarring. His hands found the flimsy snap of her jeans, then the lace of her panties.

Gentle strokes, lord help her, such tiny tender strokes separated her folds.

“Liza, this pussy is as hot and wet as I thought it would be.” His mouth closed over hers again. He had thought about how hot and wet she would be. Well, she had the benefit of knowing exactly how his hard dick felt against her.

Something frayed inside her. Because suddenly she could see why people threw themselves into the arms of lovers, despite the wreckage it would cause. She understood how so many things could fall away in someone’s arms. He rubbed her clit and she ground into his hand.