Harlow kissed him back, wild for him. Eager to feel those strong hands on her again, to hear his masculine groans, and feel the heavy weight of him on her.

She wanted to be possessed by Easton Norcross.

She shimmied against the hard bulge in his trousers. He cursed and dropped her on the bed.

He was silhouetted by the golden glow from the terrace. He didn’t look like the handsome civilized businessman now. No, he looked ruthless. A pirate about to claim his spoils.

He leaned over her and gripped her dress. He pulled it off her with quick, impatient yanks.

There was hunger in his gaze as it roamed over her. She lay there in only her black lace bra and panties.

He straightened and unbuttoned his shirt. Harlow’s belly contracted. He pulled the fabric off.

Oh, hell. He was perfection. Hard, defined muscles covered in bronze skin. Intricate tattoos crossed his chest, and she was sure each image told a story. Fascinating tribal-like tattoos wound around his arms.

Then his hands were on her. He reached under her and her bra was gone.

“Fuck, you have gorgeous breasts.” He cupped one and she arched into him. Each stroke on her skin was an assault on her senses.

Then he gripped her panties. He shocked the hell out of her by ripping them off her.

She gasped. The heat in his gaze left her trembling, the need in her a hot, vicious thing.

He leaned over her, pinning her to the bed. His mouth on hers in a scorching, voracious kiss. She strained against him, loving the feel of that hard body on hers. She fumbled with the waistband of his trousers.

“Off,” she demanded.

“Not yet.” He bit her neck.

Sensation washed through her.

He moved lower, between her breasts. She arched like a bow.

“Easton—”

Then he nipped her belly. She turned mindless. She wanted him inside her. Now.

But he had other ideas.

He shoved her thighs apart. “Need to taste you, Harlow.”

Then his mouth was between her legs.

Oh, oh. Her hands clamped in his hair.

He sucked her clit, then licked up along her folds.

“So damn sweet.” She felt his warm breath on her sensitive skin. “Knew you would be.”

Then his mouth was back on her.

Harlow heard the desperate sounds she made—moans, gasps, cries.

Then her second climax hit her, leaving her gasping for air. “Easton!”

As pleasure flooded her body, she reached for his pants again. She got them open, and finally got his hard cock in her hand.

Oh, boy. It was long, thick and hard.

“Inside me, Easton. That’s where I need you.”

He left her for a second and she lost his cock. She made a sound of protest, then heard a drawer open and close, followed by the crinkle of foil. Then he moved over her, his face a feral mask of need.