“I’m warning you,” she said.
“Warning me about what?” I growled. “About how turned on you are right now? Guess what? I already know.”
“This isn’t happening.”
“All right. You win.” I let her go and then removed the soiled shirt. “You got anything I can put on?”
Her gaze drifted to my chest.
Yeah, I wasn’t going anywhere.
Then her gaze dropped.
To the bulge in my trousers.
“See something you like?”
“You’re a complete jerk,” she said. “A complete and total jerk.”
“Who’s hard as a fucking rock for you, Lacey.”
“Damn you,” she said. “Damn you, Rock Wolfe.”
“I’m sure I’m already damned, baby.”
Her nipples poked through the red silk even further. Fuck. I was done for. I had to have her. Had to—
I picked up my jacket from the couch and put it on. I couldn’t look at her again, or I’d grab her and fuck her senseless. If she wanted me to leave, I’d better do it now.
I closed my eyes and cleared my throat. “Remember, we have a dinner date tomorrow night.”
She widened her eyes. “Are you kidding me?”
“Not at all, sweetheart. You can have my dry-cleaned shirt delivered to the office.”
“You are something.”
I smiled. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. Now I need to get the hell out of here before I bend you over the back of your couch.” I headed toward the door.
But she stepped in front of me.32LaceyI was nuts. Completely nuts. Rock Wolfe was being a class A douche, and I was blocking him from the door.
After I’d told him—how many times?—to get out of my apartment.
My entire body quaked. He was hard as a rock. His bulge was impressive, and I knew what lay beneath that fabric. I knew it. And I wanted it.
Maybe we didn’t have a relationship. Maybe we’d never have a relationship. I could at least fuck him. I was already ripe for the picking. I had to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache in my pussy.
I felt so empty, and I longed to be filled.
By Rock Wolfe.
This was a guy I’d let screw me in my office after I’d known him for about two minutes. Lacey Ward didn’t do things like that.
Except that she did.
When Rock Wolfe was involved.
I wanted him. Ached for him. I’d never known a longing so intense. It scared the hell out of me, especially when the object of my longing was such a shithead.
God, but he was a gorgeous shithead—a gorgeous shithead who knew how to rock my world in bed.
He’d had a haircut. I missed his longer locks, but now he looked like he could be walking the runway wearing the latest Dolce & Gabbana. Or sailing in a black speedo in a cologne ad. David Gandy had nothing on Rock Wolfe.
Those shoulders, so bronze and toned, so broad. His biceps large, but not from the gym. I’d bet Rock Wolfe had never set foot in one. No, his muscles came from honest labor in the outdoors. He’d earned them. His forearms were corded and sexy. And that chest…
Without thinking, I walked to him and brushed his jacket over his shoulders, letting it land in a puddle on the floor.
His skin was warm.
Hot.
That chest, those abs, and the trail of black hair leading to…
The bulge.
“You’re giving me some serious mixed signals here. Do you still want me to get out?”
I licked my lower lip and then bit it gently.
No. I didn’t want him to get out. I wanted to drop to my knees, take that cock out and deep throat him until he couldn’t stand it.
“Lace?”
That voice. Low and husky and seductive to a fault.
I’m going to do it.
I dropped to my knees and freed his erection, letting his trousers fall over his hips and brushing his boxer briefs down his rock-hard thighs.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he said gruffly with a swift inhalation.
His dick was a work of art. A shade darker than the rest of him, it was curved only slightly upward with two blue veins marbling around it. A drop of fluid oozed from the tip. I darted my tongue out and licked it off.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.
Yes, he was a beautiful man. Every part of him was physically appealing. Every. Single. Part.
I’d already thrown caution to the wind tonight. I would suck this gorgeous cock, and then I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me.
Whatever. He. Wanted.
He wanted no relationship? I’d give him no relationship. But first, I’d give him a night he’d never forget.
And then I’d say goodbye to Rock Wolfe.
Forever.
I darted my tongue out once more and twirled it over his cockhead. He groaned again, and I couldn’t help smiling. He might be a jerk, but right now, I held a bit of power over him.
I was going to revel in that power.
I teased him with tiny licks and kisses all the way down his shaft until I reached his balls. I gave them a quick nip and then went back to his dick.