He glanced across at Kitty, who looked sexy as hell, clad in nothing but his cast-off shirt. She leant against the kitchen counter, her face still flushed from their latest passionate encounter. He shifted in his jeans, remembering how those expressive eyes of hers changed color when she came all round him. His fists buried in her glorious hair, her long legs holding him captive and her moans making him lose control completely. Right now she was checking him out from under half-closed eyelids, and he chuckled when he turned off the heat – of the cooker at least. He stepped towards her, his cock already hardening again. Hell, the entire fire brigade couldn’t douse the sensual heat between them, and that was just fine by him. He pulled her towards him in one fluid move. His hand traveled up the curve of her bare ass along the line of her spine and round to the curve of her breast, where he teased one erect nipple. Kitty’s incoherent moan in his ear spurred him on. “Like that, don’t you?”
