That was how desperate he felt, how painfully he throbbed, and how much his body ached for release. So he was keeping it in his pants so he wasn’t finished before they even got started.

It wasn’t that he’d forgotten, exactly, what a naked woman looked like. But he hadn’t realized how much he had missed this—the hot kisses, the shaky fingers undoing buttons, the damp prickles along his flesh, the heavy timbre of their breathing.

Mandy stood in front of him in nothing but a white pair of panties, and even those served to fuel his desire. Because he could see the outline of her sex, see where her curls were pressing into the satin, see a tiny wet spot that proved her need for him was as great as his need for her.

Damien brushed his thumbs over her nipples, enjoying the soft groan she gave. Her breasts were full and curvy, and her skin had a rosy tint to it. She was lush and firm and radiating health, life, sexuality.

But she wasn’t moving. He lightly pinched her nipple. “Lie down, Mandy. Now.”

Her hand closed over his, and she removed his finger from her breast, like she couldn’t take the touching anymore. “Yes, sir. Right away, sir. And would you like some coffee as well?”

She tossed a grin over her shoulder as she turned and walked to the bed, a definite sway in her hips, her panties drooping so that he could see the swell of her backside, the dip between her cheeks.

He gave a snort. It still shocked him that she teased him so easily, with no concern for the consequences. He had erected so many walls around himself, built his hard, cold reputation to the point where no one would dare toss out a joke at his expense. It was appealing that Mandy didn’t treat him like the victim, or the guilty, or the heartless cynic, but just like a man. A friend. A lover.

“Very funny, wise ass. But if you’re thinking of stand-up, don’t quit your day job.”

As Damien followed her to the bed, Mandy crawled up on top of the yellow floral bedspread, giving him a heart-attack-inspiring shot of her backside.

“I have no intention of quitting my day job. My boss and I are very compatible.” Mandy lay down and rolled onto her back, arms above her head. She smiled and lowered her knees until she was displayed all before him, delicious and sensual.

Damn it. Damien swallowed hard. Sweat trickled down his back, his fingers itched to touch, his tongue felt thick, a buzzing rang in his ears. “When we get back to New York, we go back to the way it was. But for now, we’re going to enjoy each other.”

Her knees dropped open. “Enjoy me, Damien.”