Knowing she was expecting him was a mind-fuck that he wouldn’t ever get enough of. The wanting between them had crossed a line today. Or maybe he at last felt worthy of acting on what he’d been feeling for weeks. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he had enough energy to make her very, very satisfied. He rapped on her door and waited. His pulse pounded. When had he last felt an adrenaline rush like this? The day I went into that burning house after a dog. When the door swung open, his eyes bulged as he skated his gaze over her itty bitty red bra and matching panties. “Jesus, angel.” He kicked the door shut behind him and grabbed her. He had to put his hands on her silky brown skin. She twined her arms around his neck and went on tiptoe to kiss him. His mind barely wrapped around what was happening. He’d never received such a greeting in his life, and Sarita had just upped the stakes. She’d gone after what she wanted, which was a huge turn-on.
