Page 107 of Dangerous Encore
Or fucks on thebeach.
But I'm not letting thatstopme.
Mal leans down to press his lipstomine.
His kiss is sweet as much as it'ssexual.
Helovesme.
And hewantsme.
And it's really possible to have boththings.
It's really possible for the man I love towantme.
It's still hard to believesometimes.
His lips curl into a smile as our kiss breaks. "We better head todinner."
I shakemyhead.
"But you're hungry," heteases.
"Mal…"
"And cold." He rubs my shoulders. "I wouldn't want totortureyou."
I motion to the car, parked way up thestreet. "Now."
"You want to head todinnernow?"
"You need to fuckme.Now."
His smile spreads over his cheeks. "Thisfirst."
He drags his fingertips to the hem of my dress. Slowly, he pulls the garment up my thighs, over my ass, all the way to mywaist.
He holds it there with one hand. With the other, he grips mythong.
He takes his sweet, sweet time pushing it offmyhips.
The thing falls to myankles.
Mal bends to pick it up. He slides it into his pocket as herises.
He has that demanding look in his eyes. The one that screamsyou're mine and I'll do whatever I wantwithyou.
Yes.Please.Now.
If I can figure out howtowalk.
I'm not sure I can even moverightnow.
Mal slides his arm around me and pulls my body into his. His fingers skim my side. My hip. The outside of mythigh.
He presses his palm againstmyass.
Fuck, I need his hands on mybareskin.
