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The front door opened before she even got one foot on the first step to the porch.
“You’re timely,” he said, his voice carrying a touch of humor with it. “Can’t wait?”
“What do you think?” She moved past him, dropped her purse on the bench by the door, unzipped her jacket and hung it up, then barely got a breath out before his mouth landed on hers.
It was hot.
It was heavy.
And it told her there was no time for pleasantries.
His hands framed her face as he kissed her. Slow at first, almost teasing, like he was reminding her he’d waited for this also. But that maybe he’d just hid it better than she had.
Then the deliberate and unmistakable control slid in, his mouth taking more, demanding more, until her fingers fisted in his shirt and she made a sound she didn’t recognize as her own.
God, she’d needed this. And he knew damn well she did.
As if he knew everything she craved or wanted before she did.
He backed her up a step, then another, until they were out of his foyer, out of any view of someone driving by and maybe trying to get a glimpse through the window on his door.
His body pressed her against a wall that she hadn’t even known was there, not pinning her, but claiming her. Letting her feel exactly how solid he was, how little she needed to steer anything right now.
Not her thoughts. Her actions. Nor her reactions.
“Are you sure?” he murmured against her mouth, his breath warm and steady.
One last check. One last chance.
“Yes,” she said instantly. No hesitation. No doubt.
Never once had she had that since he’d returned to her life.
That alone should have said it all.
And it was all it took for him to just change.
Not even subtle. More like that control he’d had leashed, well, she unclipped it with that single word.
He kissed her again, deeper this time, one hand sliding to her waist, his thumb pressing into her like he already knew exactly how she fit against him, moving closer to the edge of her jeans, then dipping in.
Just a slight touch of her skin. As if to tease her how much better it was going to be.
Her knees weakened, and he felt it. As if he was catching her without breaking the kiss, grounding her like that was his job now, and gripping both of her sides, then yanking her harder, tighter into his chest.
Air escaped from her lungs, his hands cupping her ass, almost grinding her against his dick that was straining to be released as much as she needed her clothing off.
“Upstairs,” he growled, his mouth brushing her jaw, her ear, landing on her mouth once again.
Not a question. More like a command.
Yes, please, give her more!
She nodded, letting him take her hand, letting him lead. The simple act of it, him in front, confident and sure, made something in her chest squeeze tight.
She followed without thinking, without planning, without needing to be in control for once.
Each step felt charged. Anticipation coiled tighter with every creak of the stairs, every stolen kiss and touch he gave her along the way. Against the railing, at the landing, his mouth trailing heat that made her toes curl.
