“I refuse to feel bad about that.”
“I imagine you wouldn’t. But you were bad. Very, very bad.”
“Hmm.” Saks changed gears and pointed her toward the door of the clubhouse. There was something entirely arousing about the idea of being alone with her again, especially as the faint scent of her perfume drifted on the breeze.
Chrissy’s lips curled. “What are you thinking, Mr. Anthony Parks?”
“I think I have a pair of gym pants that might fit you, so I can put you on the back of my hog.”
“Hog? Do you even call them hogs anymore?”
Saks opened the door to his tiny apartment and pulled her in with the speed of someone with a guilty conscience. “All I know is I want to see your legs spread open on my hog.”
The tiny fall of her parted lips brought forth a gasp of a breath. Silence, thick and charged with the energy that lay between them, hung in the air as Chrissy leaned her full weight against his chest.
“Something tells me,” she whispered, “that we aren’t talking about riding Harleys anymore. But Saks, my family—”
“Christina Serafini, I can’t get enough of you.” Even his finger, which trailed through the hair that framed her face, itched for more. “I’ve never needed anyone like I need you. Just... with all the shit going down can’t we have a few minutes together?”
Though Chrissy’s lips still lay parted, not a word came out. Instead, her response came in a crash of their lips that nearly brought Saks to his knees. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, seeking out the taste of him as his hands wrapped around her form, pinning her between his body and the door. He scarcely knew where his hands were at any one second as they roved over every inch of her, not wanting to miss the touch of any of her skin.
Between her legs his fingers dipped, brushing at the thin lace that separated him from her silken flesh. From her lips he pulled himself, desperate for air as she rubbed at his erection still caged in his pants. A quiet groan fell from his lips as she palmed his length urgently, as if she couldn’t wait for him. Her every movement was just as ravenous and fumbling as his as she struggled to tear open the button and zipper of his pants that were keeping him at bay.
Saks could no longer take the swaths of her body that still lay shrouded under the fabric of her dress. Grabbing hold of the hem he yanked it overhead, leaving her flushed skin bare to him save for the bits of black lace left behind.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he groaned as he hurriedly unsnapped her bra and ripped it free, giving him full view of her already-hardened nipples. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, and he wasn’t certain he had the strength to hold back.
His head dropped to her breasts, lavishing each one with a rough swirl of his tongue.
Into his ear she whimpered, her breath hot and quickened as her teeth grazed the lobe of his ear.
“More, Saks,” she breathed, “I need more.”
Driven by the sound of her voice Saks teased her entrance with two fingers, easing them in and out while he imagined his cock driving into her instead. He pushed his fingers inside deeper and curled them to hit her g-spot.
“Oh,” she groaned. “Come on, Saks. I need you.”
Saks sucked her other nipple sharply, earning another moan. He let go, and she whimpered.
He slid his fingers in and out of her, and she bucked her hips on them, her breathing growing more ragged by the second.
Again, Chrissy struggled with his pants, until finally Saks felt them fall from his hips to hit the floor. In a hurry he stepped out of them, just as Chrissy yanked his boxers free, leaving him assaulted by the chill air. It only made her hands feel all the hotter when her fingers wrapped firmly around him.
“Oh, fuck,” Saks groaned as fire spread through him, setting his skin ablaze. The mere brush of her fingers left him feeling like he’d explode, and he hadn’t even had the taste of her he wanted so desperately.
“You want me?” he said roughly.
“Yes,” she breathed, “now.”
“Bed,” he demanded.
Saks tossed her to the bed, leaving her lying there with flushed skin and lust in her eyes as he eyed the bit of lace that still kept him from her. Any other time and perhaps he would’ve gone slow, he would’ve taken his time and laved her with kisses all over, but not today, not the second time he would have her since she left. Deprived of her for a long month, for thirty days that had stretched like an eternity, he needed her now.
The desperation in her eyes told him she felt the same.
He pulled at her lacy panties that looked delicate enough to rip off her in a single tug, and smiled.
“Don’t ruin another pair of panties,” she said.