It consumed him—so much so he couldn’t even make it to the door of his house. The ride back had been both pleasurable and painful. He’d been tortured by the sensation of her breasts across his back and her fingers pressing into his abdomen. He’d planned to wear her down little by little over time, but that plan was tossed out. Right now he sported an erection hard enough to tunnel through granite and needed relief. He didn’t even try to stop himself. Why should he, when he’d wanted her since the moment he saw her on stage? He plied her mouth with kisses, determined to dominate her senses the same way she had his, and pressed his throbbing erection even harder against her while his tongue filled her mouth. She tasted so much better than he ever imagined, making him tremble and ache. With the help of her legs clamped around his hips, he held her steady and pushed up her T-shirt to unhook the front clasp of her bra and release her bountiful breasts for his waiting mouth. They spilled from confinement like heavy fruit, and he groaned with pleasure.
