Heart racing, Monique inhaled his scent—clean and masculine. Her eyes met his.
The internal battle Mitch was waging played out on his handsome face, his mouth twisted and his brows furrowed. Chest heaving, his breath came faster.
He pressed his forehead to hers and released a soft sigh. “You’re making this really hard for me, Mo.”
“God, I hope so.” She kissed the edge of his mouth and pressed her body closer to his, loving the feel of his length trapped between them.
An inadvertent groan escaped his mouth, and she was glad he couldn’t see her wicked grin in response to the sensuous sound.
He was almost there. Ready to give in to what they both wanted so desperately.
More pleased with herself than she should have been, she kissed the other side of his mouth, then his lips.
He kissed her back, tentatively at first, then more fervently. His large hands cradled her face, his thumbs grazing her cheekbones.
Monique forced herself to drag her mouth from his. Slipping from his grasp, she backed inside and held a hand out to him.
Mitch stared at her open palm for a moment before placing his hand in hers and following her inside.
She locked the door. “Now, where were we?”
His hands pressed to the door on either side of her head, he brushed soft, feathery lips against hers. “About to do something stupid and reckless we’ll probably regret in the morning.”
“I won’t.” She placed her palm against his stubbled jaw and forced him to meet her gaze. “No matter what happens tomorrow.”
He traced her cheek with his thumb, his eyes searching hers for what felt like an eternity before he lowered his mouth to hers. His tongue sought hers as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Belly fluttering, her heart raced as Mitch intensified the kiss. It was tender, yet insistent. Sweet, yet it heated every inch of her.
He slid his other hand down her back and over her bottom, gripping the flesh there. Swallowing the moan that escaped her mouth, he lifted her, pinning her to the door.
Monique wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his firm bottom. She’d waited more than a decade for this moment. As much fun as it would be to let him take her against the door, if she only had one shot at this, she wanted the complete fantasy.
Mitch Johnston in her bed, completely naked.
She gently bit his earlobe, then whispered in his ear. “Bedroom. Now.”