“Thank God,” from him this time, his voice a low growl, his gaze melting over me like hot lava. “Go to the bedroom.”

“But—”

“Go to the bedroom, damn it.”

I wasn’t one to submit, but something in his voice made me comply. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted him so damned much. I didn’t know, and I didn’t much care at the moment.

I walked toward the open doorway, shedding my clothes as I went. First my blazer. It took root on the sofa as I walked. Then my blouse, on the arm of a chair. I wiggled out of my skirt and left it in the doorway between the living area and bedroom. Clad only in my bra, garter belt, and stockings, pumps still on my feet, I reached the bed and then turned to face Rock.

He had hiked his jeans back up around his hips and was still fully clothed.

I was dying to see him naked—that incredible light-bronze body—but somehow, being all but nude in front of him while he was still fully clothed was a major turn-on.

I was his. His to use as he saw fit.

And that thrilled me to no end.

He wanted me. I saw it in his gaze, his dark eyes that smoked with fire, his slightly parted lips, his hands clenched into fists.

He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

He was still hard, his cock protruding against his boxer briefs.

I drew in a deep breath, my skin tingling all over. I slowly sat down on the bed and spread my legs, giving him a bird’s eye view of my wet pussy.

My body prickled.

I wanted his mouth on me.

I hadn’t yet felt his mouth on my nipples, between my legs. I wanted his lips to mark every inch of my body. Every inch of my soul.

“Is that an invitation?” he said gruffly.

I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall gently against my chest. He widened his eyes. Only slightly, but I noticed. He liked what he saw. I discarded the bra on the floor. Then I leaned down to take off my shoes.

“No,” he said. “Leave them on. Leave the stockings on. You’re so fucking hot.”

I sat back up straight, my legs still spread wide.

He didn’t move.

I didn’t move.

For what seemed like forever, he stayed still. Just looking at me.

Finally… “Uh…Rock?”

He turned his lips upward in a sexy crooked smile. “Just trying to decide which part of you I want to taste first.” Then, “Oh, fuck.”

He stalked toward me, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips, forced me onto my back, and plunged his hard cock into me.

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Rock