He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and my mouth went dry. That body. That goddamn body. Broad chest, tight abs, those arms… veins popping as he unbuckled his belt with slow motion.
“You left me hot and aching,” I whispered as he came toward me. “You teased me, touched me, then just walked away like I meant nothing.”
“You think I didn’t want to stay?” he growled, climbing onto the bed, crawling over me. “You think it didn’t kill me to walk out that door?”
“Then don’t walk away again.”
He crushed his lips against mine, rougher this time, his hands in my hair, on my breasts, my waist… everywhere. And when he finally slipped his fingers beneath my panties, I gasped.
His fingers worked magic, slow at first, then deeper, faster until my hips were grinding against his hand,
