“Still bossy as hell,” he whispered between kisses to her throat and chest before lowering her to the floor.
“And it turns you on now just as much as it did then.” Her self-satisfied smile did things to him.
Mitch didn’t bother denying it. Instead he allowed her to lead him through the space to her bedroom.
The soft click of the door closing triggered something primal in him. He wanted to ravage her sensuous body. Work out years of frustrated lust in a single night.
Make love to her.
“Unzip me?” She turned her back to him, shaking him from his thoughts.
He cleared his throat and obliged, but stilled her hands at her side before she could slip the dress off.
“You sure about this, Mo?”
She turned in his arms, shedding the dress and letting it pool around her ankles before kicking it away.
Monique took his rough, whiskered jaw in her soft hands. The teasing smirk was gone, and the sincerity in her brown eyes warmed his chest. “Never been more sure about anything in my life. I promise you.”
She raised onto her toes and pressed her mouth to his.
Mitch laid her on the bed and kissed her. Kissed her like he had in years of dreams that left him sweaty and breathless. Kissed her until they were forced to come up for air.
They panted, his gaze on hers for a moment before he trailed kisses along her tattooed shoulders. He loosened her bra and slipped it off. Taking a moment to appreciate her pert breasts, he nuzzled his face in the valley between them. Inhaling her sweet scent, he took a hardened peak between his lips and sucked.
“Mitch,” she cried softly, her fingers sliding into his hair.
His free hand glided along her skin as he worshipped the tantalizing peak.
She murmured softly as he kissed his way down her belly, dipping his tongue into the recess of her belly button before kissing his way along the edge of the scrap of black lace that shielded her sex.
Mitch smiled. Another tattoo. A colorful butterfly hovered above her left hipbone.
He urged her hips up as he tugged the fabric down her smooth, brown legs.
She sighed softly as he kissed her inner thigh, edging closer to her wet heat. “Please, Mitch.” Her soft plea made his body ache with desire. “Don’t tease me. I need you.”
He pressed his lips to the space between her thighs once, then again, loving the taste of her. She squirmed and cursed softly as he glided his tongue along the needy bundle of nerves. Spreading her open to him, he plunged his tongue inside her.
She wriggled her hips faster and faster until her body tensed.
“Mitch…Mitch…oh, Mitch.”
It was the sweetest, sexiest sound he’d ever heard. His name on her kiss-swollen lips as she writhed in ecstasy.
He could barely wait to be inside her. To make love to her.