They’d started kissing the second the front door closed behind them. Carla felt his hands roam all over her, and she was just as eager to feel the solid strength of his body beneath her hands. Her clothes had never fallen off so fast. She was in a sensual daze, lost in his taste and heat. By the time he’d peeled off the last of her clothes, leaving her in her nude-colored lace bra and panties, she was shivering with excitement. “Let me,” she said huskily, reaching for his shirt and working the buttons free with fingers that felt surprisingly steady. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and to the floor. Their lips locked again like they were drawn by magnet, and she could hear his breathing rasping in her ear. Knowing how much he wanted her made her bolder, more determined. Suddenly, she shoved him down on the bed. He was chuckling, laying half-back as she bent over his body, her hands reaching for his belt buckle. “I knew you’d be fire,” he husked, before his head tipped back when she freed his cock from inside his silk boxers.
