“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he whispered back.
Helping a woman like her take down a piece of shit terrorist? Yeah. No thanks was needed for something like that.
Not fucking ever.
A few seconds passed before her lids fluttered back open, and her golden stare became fixed with his once more. Rocky’s next breath became lodged in his throat when he realized the sadness and anger, which had been overshadowing those incredible amber swirls a moment before, were gone. And in their place…
Desire.
He needed to stop touching her. She’d been through hell today, and he needed to back off and let her get some rest. Except when he stared deeper into her heated gaze, she didn’t look as though she wanted him to step away, but rather?—
Raegan grabbed hold of his face and brought his mouth to hers in a hard, almost desperate kiss. It took him all of half-a-second to rethink his decision to back the hell away.
Need to taste her.
Rocky took over, and the kiss turned wild. Fueled by passion and need, he brought his hands to her hips as his tongue breached the seam of her hot, wet lips.
Her legs fell open, and he took the invitation as it was intended. Closing the remaining space between them, he pulled her to the counter’s edge and positioned himself between her thighs.
The woman kissed like she fought, taking what she wanted from him without the slightest hint of second thoughts. She tilted her head to the side, the tip of her tongue meeting the seam of his lips.
Rocky opened for her, and when their tongues met for the very first time…
He. Was. Lost.
She was sweet but oh so savory, the flavor that was Raegan unlike anything he’d ever had the pleasure of tasting. A low, husky moan vibrated from her mouth to his, and it was all he could do not to rip off both their clothes and take what he really wanted.
More.
He grunted, his fingers digging deep into her hips. Heat radiated from the apex of her thighs, and without conscious thought, Rocky pushed his hips forward.
Raegan gasped even as they continued to feast. At first, he was afraid the soft intake of air was a sign he’d gone too far. But when the brazen woman dropped her hands to his ass and pulled his lower body even closer to hers, that’s when he knew.
She wants this.
She wanted him. His kiss. His touch. Raegan’s actions said she wanted it all. And Rocky, well…
He wanted her even more.
Fuck it.
As they continued savoring each other’s intimate offering, Rocky’s hands moved from her hips to the hem of her black shirt. Sensing his intent, Raegan lifted her arms, giving him the permission he so desperately craved.
They pulled away just long enough for the shirt to be yanked up over her head and tossed somewhere to the side. The second it was free of her delectable body, Rocky went in for more.
The kiss went wild, then. All lips and teeth and tongue. It was the best, most intense kiss of his existence, and if they did nothing but this for the rest of the night, that was perfectly fine with him.
Raegan, however, apparently had other plans.
She clawed at his t-shirt until it was free and clear of his head. Not stopping there, the bold woman reached behind her back and unclasped her black satin bra.
With their mouths still connected, Raegan removed the delicate garment in record time. She let it drop to the floor near his feet, her hands going to his shoulders as she pulled him even closer.
Rocky moaned, their first skin-on-skin contact nearly bringing him to his knees. In the back of his mind, he had the fleeting thought that he should slow things down. Take his time to look and touch and relish in the gift that was her.
But the way Raegan’s fingernails were digging into his skin, he didn’t think she wanted slow. And since his one and only goal in that moment was to give this woman whatever her heart desired…