Page 72 of Return of the Bad Girl (Rock Canyon, Idaho 4)

“Yeah?”

“Because you were watching me?”

“Uh-huh.”

Before he could blink, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. “Do I still have your attention?”

He came around the couch in three strides, catching the back of her head in his hands. Dropping his mouth to hers, he took those soft lips in a hard, hungry kiss, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Undivided.”

Her hushed laugh was cut short as he claimed her mouth again, backing her toward the hallway. With every step, another article of clothing dropped to the floor, like a trail of bread crumbs, but when Gabe hit the wall with his elbow, he broke away to curse.

“Watch where you’re going, slick,” she said, pushing him against the wall and cupping his cock through his boxer briefs.

Sucking in air through his teeth, Gabe wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her flush against his body. All night he’d been watching her body move, and it had been impossible not to remember how it had felt to be connected to her, moving inside her body. Before the fight had ensued, he’d been tempted to get up and dance with her, if only to stop the teasing looks she’d been throwing his way.

With her hand trapped between them, teasing his length, he trailed his hand over her hip and beneath the scrap of lace covering her. She liked to be in control, to drive him to distraction, but she needed to learn that when it came to sex, he was the boss.

When his finger found her, he rubbed between her lips and circled her clit, enjoying her little gasp.

“Speaking of slick . . .”

“God,” she said hoarsely, reaching up to grab the back of his neck, trying to pull him down for a kiss. “You always have to have the last word.”

He dipped his mouth to hers, nipping and sucking on her lips as he stroked her. Her breathing hitched, and one of her legs came up, trying to hook around his hip. Her little groan of frustration was damn hot; he loved the way she didn’t hold back what she wanted or needed from him.

If she wanted to be closer, he could help her with that.

Gabe grabbed her thighs and lifted her easily, carrying her the last few steps to his bedroom. As they came through the open door, he noticed Googlie and Possum sleeping on the bed.

“Shit, we have company.”

She looked over her shoulder at the sleeping kittens. “We could go to my room.”

He did an about-face, mumbling about “damn cats,” and headed back down the hallway to her room. As he reached her cracked door, he forgot everything else but the feeling of her mouth on his neck, sucking hard before dragging her teeth across the wet spot.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he said.

“Don’t worry; you’ll like it,” she teased, running her nails across his back hard enough to bring a growl of pleasure from him.

Once inside the room, Gabe dropped her to her feet. “Turn around.”

She did as he asked, and he slid his hand up her back, unclasping her bra. The smooth skin of her back drew him to kiss his way up her spine. As he slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, he flung the lacy lingerie across the room before clasping her breasts in his hands. Squeezing her and massaging them, he pulled her back against him, nuzzling her neck as he rubbed his cock against her ass.

Slowly, she reached back and wound her arms around his neck as he tweaked her nipples, pulling and pinching them into hard nubs that left her arching and gasping. He wanted her, to be inside her and make her scream; there was no question. But more than that, he didn’t want her to ever forget what was between them.

Because no matter how hard he’d tried to convince himself that she deserved better, he couldn’t leave her alone now. She was his.

“Bend over the bed.”

She didn’t argue as he slid the lacy thong down her legs. She stepped out of it, one delicate foot at a time, while he ran his palm over her plump rear in awe.

“Spread your legs, princess,” he said, the nickname rolling off his tongue sweetly. There was no mocking this time; he meant it. He wanted to worship at her feet and treat her like she was nothing less than royalty.

“Shit, I need a condom,” he muttered, as his fingers slipped inside her, her hot, tight channel squeezing him.

“Mmm, nightstand drawer,” she said breathlessly.

He grinned and kissed his way down her back as his hand worked her. “I love that you’re prepared.”

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