Page 115 of Striking Heat

“No, we really don’t.” She jumps up. “We gotta get ready for this dinner. I brought clothes.” She gestures toward the bag that was discarded by the door when she entered. “And I’m going to go use your shower so that I can get all prettied up.”

“You know what that means?” I say, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

“What’s that?” she asks me, her eyes gleaming with delight.

“Shower sex!”

“Ha, that’s a big nope, sir. You have to get ready too.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m already pretty. I don’t need too much primping.” I stand up and walk over to her before caging her in front of the bar that separates the kitchen from the living room.

“Either way, I want to wear my hair down, so I have some work to do.” She moves to get away from me, but I grab her arm.

“Fuck the hair. Let me eat your pussy instead.”

“You and that mouth,” she says, flushing at my words.

“You know you love me and that mouth. From the day you met me, I’ve been driving you crazy with my mouth.”

“In more ways than one.” Mac makes her way down the hall as I chase her.

There’s no way she’s getting naked in my shower and my mouth isn’t going anywhere near her. And I can tell from the flush on her cheeks and the gleam in her eyes that I’ve struck heat. I’m going to get my way, time be damned. We’ll get there when we get there.