Page 26 of Bride ’N Boots

I swallowed. “Something to drink?”

“Water’s fine.”

Nodding, I turned around again to find cups.

“You been awake long?” he asked as he removed the Styrofoam containers and began setting them on the counter.

“No. Not long.”

“So, you didn’t snoop in my sock drawer yet?”

“No, didn’t get that far. But I did look under the bathroom sink.” I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Found something interesting, did you?” His gaze dropped to my mouth.

“Very interesting,” I murmured as I set the cups down onto the counter.

He pushed the boxes of takeout toward the counter wall and stepped back.

And before I knew it, I was striding toward him to stand in front of him. He lifted me into his arms. My legs wrapped around him and our lips fused together.

Desperate, needy, all consuming.

“Food?” he rasped.

“Overrated.”

“Bed?”

“Immediately.”

He carried me to his bed and gently lay me down in the center before he covered me with his large, muscular body. Our lips found one another again. We tugged on clothes. Buttons snapped. Shirts ripped.

“Good god, woman,” he muttered, his fingers teasing the pink bows on my white lacy panties. “You’re like a present.”

“This is just the wrapping.” I placed an arm around his bare shoulders and pulled him down toward me again.

His fingers stroked me over the fabric that had grown damp. He toyed and teased and despite the inferno blazing between us, he slowed down the pace between us.

But I didn’t want slow.

I wanted fast. I wanted heat. I wanted him.

I wanted him now.

“Stratton,” I whispered.

“You’re going to scream my name. You’re going to scream it loud and your nails are going to rake down my back. I want you to draw blood. I want you feral.”

I shivered.

“But first,” he whispered, gently pulling down my panties until I was bare before him.

He slid down the bed and spread my legs. Leaning down, he grazed his tongue against my cleft, causing me to shudder.

“Sensitive. I like that.” He licked me again, playing with my flesh, teasing me until I was writhing and clenching my hands.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking.