Page 69 of Property of Tacoma

He motions to the door, signaling it’s time for us to get out of here.

Right.

I kiss the top of her head, give Panda a scratch, and rise from the bed.

The second he closes her door, he crowds me against the wall, his body pressing into mine as his mouth captures my lips in a fiery kiss.

“Tacoma,” I whisper against his lips, “we shouldn’t do this out here. What if the kids see?”

His eyes are dark with desire when he pulls back just enough to look at me. “The kids are in bed,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “And I need to taste you.”

His hand slides up under my shirt, palming my breast, and I arch into his touch despite my protests. “We should go to your room,” I insist weakly.

He grins, wicked and promising. “Yeah.”

His mouth crashes down on mine again, and I surrender to the heat building between us as he grips my thighs and hoists me up his body.

Wrapping my legs around his back, I lock my ankles and hold on tight.

God, I could get used to this.

To him.

To his kids.

To this life.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I tighten my grip on Foxy’s thighs as I carry her down the stairs, her body wrapped around me like she was made to be there.

Her mouth is hot against my neck, dropping little kisses that are driving me fucking insane.

“Fuck, Angel.” I groan when she nips at my pulse point.

My cock is throbbing behind my zipper, and all I can think about is getting her into my room and showing her exactly what she does to me.

What she’s been doing to me since the moment I laid eyes on her.

These last few days with her have been fucking perfect.

Better than I could have imagined.

And tonight, I want to show her another side of me.

The side I’ve been holding back.

I’ve been watching her, noticing the little signs—the way she melts when I take control, how her eyes darken when I get demanding, the soft little moans she makes when I’m a little rougher with her.

She’s a natural submissive in bed, and it’s fucking beautiful.

Kicking open my bedroom door, I step inside and quietly shut it with my heel. I press her back against it, grinding my hard length against her center.

“Jesus, Tacoma,” she gasps, her head falling back against the door with a soft thud.

I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, my tongue demanding entrance. She opens for me instantly, surrendering in a way that makes my cock twitch.

“I need you,” I growl against her lips. “Need to be inside you.”