“The feeling’s entirely mutual,” she whispered, her lips brushing the head of his penis as she spoke before she opened them over him again, shut her eyes, and took him in as far as she could.

He groaned, and it was like an electric charge spurring Suzanne to take him deeper, suck him harder. A hand slid into her hair and tightened, and for long moments there was just the bob of her head, the taste of him on her tongue, the ragged pant of his breathing, the tingle in her scalp and the rhythmic contraction and relaxation of his ass cheek under her hand.

And just when that ass cheek started to clench and get harder, he groaned something unintelligible and wrenched himself from her mouth, reaching down for her, hauling her up, pulling her roughly against him, breathing hard as his eyes glittered for long, charged seconds.

“I wasn’t done yet,” she said, her voice breathy, her pulse fluttering at her temples.

“I’m not going to last very long if you keep doing that, and I want to be so deep inside you when I come, you’re never going to forget my face.”

He kissed her then, the pressure almost punishing, but it was exactly what Suzanne needed as she rose to meet the kiss with equal vigor, trying to assuage the desperate passion his words had ignited. She didn’t understand the passion. His words were so possessive, so…bullshit patriarchal, so caveman. Like his cock was the one cock that ruled them all.

Like it was going to ruin her for all other men.

He didn’t even like her. Hell, right now she wasn’t sure she liked him. But he wanted to be the face she always saw? It was breathtakingly arrogant.

Also seriously freaking hot.

With his cock jammed between them, his mouth devoured hers, his tongue lashing hers, his hands stripping off her shirt and her bra and pushing at the waistband of her plaid pajama bottoms, then at the waistband of her lacy red underwear. They weren’t even fully down her legs before he was easing her backward, bouncing her softly against the mattress and following her down, stripping her pants off her legs before rolling on top, his weight solid and perfect, their hips aligning, his erection pressed like hot lead into her belly.

And then his mouth was on hers again, devouring her, possessing her in a frenzy that stole Suzanne’s breath. It was like he couldn’t get close enough. Kiss her hard enough or deep enough, and she met him with equal ferocity. Kiss for kiss, tongue stroke for tongue stroke, licking into him, her pulse washing through her ears, her breathing struggling to keep up and then spilling out on a moan as his hand slipped between them to guide his dick through the slippery folds of her sex.