he followed, closing the door. “Do you?”
He paused, something unreadable in his eyes.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to tell me something?” she asked. “When you texted about dinner?”
“Later.” He locked the door behind him. “Right now I just want to be one hundred and fifty percent certain you know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
He put his hands on her waist, very carefully, like she was made of glass. “What I want to avoid is any miscommunication. You know where I stand, right?”
No commitments, no relationships, no women who might break his heart. “I do.” She slid her hands around his back, pulled him into her body, and stood on the tips of her sexy shoes to whisper in his ear. “You know what’s wrong with you, Clay Walker?”
“What?”
“You have too much sense for me and my senseless shoes.”
He didn’t need to hear another word, devouring her mouth and dragging her into the golden shadows of sunset that warmed the apartment.
He crushed her lips with a kiss she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to, tongues clashing with purpose instead of play. Heat licked up her belly like an electrical current, sending fire everywhere he touched.
Everywhere. Down her back, over her rear, up the sides, and—oh, then he cupped her breasts with strong, capable, determined hands.
She cried softly at the touch, arching her back to force her stomach against his hard-on until he backed her against the wall.
“Bedroom?” she murmured.
“Too far.” He pushed against her and she rocked right back, driving her hips into a hard-on that strained his zipper, already moving the way they were meant to move, already gripping his backside and holding him right where she wanted him to be.
He dragged her T-shirt up, revealing a lacy black bra that brought a soft moan of appreciation from his throat. Not bothering to take off her shirt, he palmed the flimsy lingerie, her nipple straining against the satin cup.
He tweaked and stroked, whispered her name, and trailed kisses into her cleavage. Hot, wet, hungry kisses that made her worship his mouth and what it could do to her. She bowed her back so he could undo her bra with one hand. Together, they pulled the shirt and bra over her head, sending all of it down to the floor and leaving her breasts naked and exposed, raw and achy.
“Let me look at you,” he said gruffly, bracing on one hand as she closed her eyes and flattened her arms to the wall, giving him a full view and complete access.
Which he took, greedily, bending his knees to get to her breasts, his mouth seeking a connection, hungry to taste her, pulling more whimpers and sighs and soft, soft cries of delight from her.
She grabbed him by the hair, the shoulders, pushing him down to a kneel. That mouth. That mouth. She wanted him on her, wanted to touch his long, soft hair and guide his lips between her legs.
He caressed her thighs, pushing her skirt up around her waist to reveal her black lace panties.
He looked up with a smile. “Those girls know how to dress you for a date.”
“Zoe,” she said.
“I like her.”
“She tried to get me to buy edible.”
He laughed as he kissed her thigh, his tongue already slipping into the edge of the black silk. “I like her even more.”
“Clay…” She could barely speak, her legs and arms splayed against the wall, her fingers digging in so hard she could peel the paint. “Kiss me there.”
“I plan on it.” He used one finger to tug the silk away from her, inhaling deeply, appreciatively, making her feel so ridiculously feminine she wanted to sob.
He kissed the swollen spot and she closed her eyes, focused on the incredible sweetness of his mouth. Then he licked, very slowly, dragging the tip of his tongue over her until she thought her legs would buckle and her head would explode and the breath she held would come whooshing out when she cried for mercy.
“Clay,” she cried. “Don’t stop. Please, please.”
“Not a chance.” He tugged at the panties, pulling them down, helping her step out of them. As soon as they were gone he kissed his way back up her thighs, back to where she wanted him most. There.
Curling his tongue like a ribbon around her skin, he sucked her juices, and she reveled in every sensation and sound, in the blood coursing through her with each powerful slide of his tongue. Lights exploded behind her eyes and her