Chapter 73

Damaged goods, his ass. All she'd needed was a little encouragement and she'd knocked every brain cell in his head out of whack. His dick pulsed behind his zipper, his heart shoved against his ribcage, and his eyeballs thunked the back of his skull.

The kiss turned brutally punishing and desperate. A battle ensued. Him. Her. Repeat.

So much for her submission, and he wasn't sorry to see it go. Each stroke of her tongue warring with his unleashed something deep inside him he hadn't known existed. Animalistic and raw. Untamed. Gone was any shred of finesse. Forget unhurried seduction. His body wailed to take her. It was all he could do to fight the urge.

Having her beneath him was unadulterated torture. The best kind. He'd gladly bear it every hour on the hour. She had him that enthralled. But he'd meant what he'd said. They weren't going to bed until she was ready. After what she'd told him at dinner, he had a sinking suspicion not only had no man taken time with her, but they'd use