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Fox’s eyes darkened. “No? Tell me what you are hungry for.”
“I think you know.”
He stalked toward me. I’d been the one to poke the bear, but the determined look on his face had me taking steps back. When I hit the refrigerator, Fox closed the distance between us.
“I want you to tell me anyway.”
“You. I want you.”
He slid his fingers into the back of my hair and wound a fistful around his hand at the nape of my neck. “More specific.”
“Sex,” I breathed. “I want to have sex with you. I want you to make me forget my name.”
He ducked his head and sucked his way up from my collarbone to my ear. “Hard or soft, baby?”
We’d barely touched, and yet my body was on fire and it was difficult to speak. It felt like the air was being pushed from my lungs, and my voice came out all breathy. “Hard.”
Fox pulled his head back. His green eyes were so dark, they looked gray. “How about hard and fast first. Soft and slow the second time.”
Ohhh.That sounded even better. I swallowed. “Whatever you’re in the mood for.”
He used the hand at my neck to pull me to him, and his mouth sealed over mine. Just like our first kiss in the car, he groaned through our joined lips, and I felt a jolt of electricity zip through my body. I didn’t just forget my name; it wiped out all thoughts, all worries—everything but this kiss.
Fox slid a hand down to my ass and slipped it under my dress, palming a handful of cheek. He lifted until our hips were aligned, and my legs wrapped around his waist. Wide open, his thick erection pushed against my most sensitive spot, and a mewl tumbled from my lips as my eyes rolled back into my head. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Fox kept me wrapped around him as he tore through the living room and took the steps two at a time. He sat on the edge of the bed and set me on my feet.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to find out if you have no panty lines on those tight little yoga pants because you’re commando or wearing a thong.”
I smiled. “Which would you prefer?”
“Right now, commando. Because it’ll save time. But I’m happy to rip off whatever’s in my way.”
I reached for Fox’s tie and yanked at the knot. He stopped me, his hand covering mine. “Step back and take off your dress. I’ll take care of this.”
I’d been bold since the restaurant, yet as I took two steps back, I suddenly felt shy. Fox worked his tie, but his eyes never left me.
“You need to take it off. It looks like too nice of a dress to wind up shredded if I do it.”
I took a deep breath before slipping the thin straps from my shoulders. My dress pooled in a pile of silver around my ankles, leaving me standing in a lace thong since I hadn’t worn a bra. Fox made it to the third button on his shirt before he froze.
“Jesus Christ. You’re even sexier than I imagined with my eyes closed—every damn time I took a shower.”
I tilted my head, feeling less shy after his praise. “Are you saying you pleasured yourself to thoughts of me in the shower, Fox Cassidy?”
“Every fucking day. And I hated myself for it.”
He hooked his arm around my waist and hauled me against him. With him sitting and me standing, my breasts lined up perfectly with his face. Fox wasted no time taking advantage of the position. He gathered both my wrists in one of his hands, holding them captive behind my back as he sucked one nipple into his mouth.
“And now I feel the urge to make you pay for what you did to me,” he said. His teeth clamped down on my swollen bud. Before the pain fully registered, he soothed it with his tongue and pushed his hand between my legs.
“Open wider,” he murmured against my skin.
I felt vulnerable standing practically naked, arms clamped behind my back. Yet I was panting and shamelessly did what he asked. Fox pushed my thong to one side, parted me with his fingers, and slipped one into my warmth. It felt so good as he pumped in and out; I closed my eyes and gave in to the moment. When my head fell back, he pulled all the way out and pushed two fingers back in.
Fox was no different now than the man I’d come to know outside the bedroom. He unapologetically took charge, knew exactly what he was doing, and paid attention. Before long, my knees started to buckle, and he scooped me off my feet and tossed me on my back to the bed. Noah had been in shape, but Paul Bunyan flinging me around like I weighed nothing was a whole different experience.
Fox stood to finish unbuttoning his dress shirt. He only had a few left when he lost patience and yanked it open. Buttons pinged across the room in different directions.
