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She reached around him, and the sound of a drawer opening barely registered in his brain.
“I’ve changed my mind,” she said. And from her tone he knew he was in trouble. “I have gained an appreciation for the finer things in life.”
Desire throbbed painfully through his body as he gazed down at her face, his voice rough. “How so?”
With an innocently delivered Cheshire cat grin, Evie held up a small pair of scissors. “Your expensive penthouse suite comes fully equipped for a proper seduction.”
Wes wasn’t sure, but he might have whimpered.
Sweat beaded along his brow, and his chest heaved as she slid the open tip of scissors up one leg, the scrape of metal pricking goose bumps up his spine.
With a few snips, one side of his briefs went slack.
His erection screamed for release as his heart thundered erratically.
Once more he tried to warn her, his voice almost a growl. “I wouldn’t if I were you.”
Wide, decadent eyes held his as she switched the scissors to the other hand, the now inevitable promising slide of metal on his hip the most erotic sensation he’d ever felt.
“Well,” she said, “you’re not me.”
With one final snip, the briefs released his shaft and fell, and years of fantasies involving the delectable Evie came crashing down.
With a crude curse, Wes crushed his lips to hers.
Chapter Four
Wes’s mouth captured her gasp, and Evie’s heart rolled over and went a submissive belly-up as his lips consumed hers. The kiss was fierce. Raw. And Evie relished the arrival of the wild, primal man beneath the responsible, do-right exterior.
All pretense of patience gone, Wes speared his fingers through her hair and forced her head back, taking more of her mouth, thrilling her with his actions. His tongue rasped against hers, demanding everything. As if he could merge his body with hers with his lips and strength of will alone. As if he’d never get enough. As if she was all he’d ever need again.
Lost, Evie basked in a kiss that made her feel what she hadn’t in a very long time. Wanted. And what she’d never quite felt before.
Irresistible.
Wes pulled away.
“Wes—”
“Don’t.” His gaze burned into hers as he yanked at her Hello Kitty underwear and pushed the fabric to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her shirt and bra. “You’ve had your turn,” he said gruffly. “Now I’m going to engage in my favorite pastime.”
/> Her lids stretched so wide he must have seen the question.
His dark eyes bored into hers, his breathing harsh. “Telling you what to do,” he answered.
She didn’t have time to laugh because, with a determined swipe, he swept the utensils from the marble bar, brushing aside her short-lived amusement in exchange for a roaring desire. And, as the gadgets clanged against the floor, he gripped her hips and hauled her up on the counter.
His first order came out brusque. “Take off your shirt.”
Fingers fumbling, she jerked the fabric over her head. His teeth nipped her lower lip as she dropped the tee, before taking her mouth again and leaving her head spinning. For a moment all she could manage was to keep up with another soul-searing, devastating kiss that threatened to devour her.
“Bra,” he rasped.
Evie released the clasp and chucked the undergarment aside. Pulling back, his gaze fiercely appreciative of the view, he lowered his head. When his mouth closed around a nipple, her throat clamped tight, the thrill cutting off her breath.
And liquid heat pooled between her legs.
Frantic, desperate, she clutched the cabinet door handles behind her head as his lips, teeth, and tongue worshipped her breasts with such a single-minded determination she couldn’t tell who enjoyed it more—her…or him.
