He glared down at her. “You’re killing me, Desiree.”

“I know, baby.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to ask me—nicely.”

“I don’t ask.”

“Cause you’re a Llewellyn?”

“No. Cause I’m a cat.”

“But I’m a—what was it? A dog person. And dogs beg for my attention. I want you to beg.”

“I definitely don’t beg.”

“You will if you want my mouth around your dick anytime this millennium.”

Dez leaned forward and let her tongue swirl around the head. Once. She pulled away, her eyes locking with his, and licked her lips.

With a deep and painful groan, Mace’s head fell back again. Dez stifled a laugh.

“Ask me, Mace. Ask me nice.”

There was a long pause, then she heard Mace’s gruff voice talking to the ceiling. “Please, Dez, for the love of all that’s holy—put my cock in your mouth and suck me as if your very life depended on it.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it, baby?”

Without waiting for him to answer, Dez opened her mouth and eased Mace’s huge dick in until the tip hit the very back of her throat. She closed her lips around the engorged flesh and sucked. Hard.

Mace gave a catlike hiss, and Dez had the feeling her countertop was suffering some serious damage. Oh well. It came with the house.

She pulled back until only the head rested in her mouth. She laved it with her tongue, then sucked on it. With a sigh of pure enjoyment, she deep throated him again. She didn’t know blow jobs could be so enjoyable. Her ex always made her feel like they were obligatory. The job requirement for being his wife.

It didn’t feel that way with Mace, though. All she wanted from him at the moment was his pleasure. She stroked his dick with her mouth, sucking hard when she pulled back, licking when she went back down. She brought her hands up between his thighs and gently took hold of his balls. They were tight, and she knew he’d come soon. Normally, she’d pull away and finish him with her hand. But there was no way she was doing that. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to taste him in the back of her throat and know she brought him there.

His hands tunneled through her hair. He tugged, forcing her to look up into his face. Without releasing her grip on his dick, she did. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. Then his eyes closed, his body tightened, and with a kind of scary, kind of sexy roar, he came. She sucked and swallowed until she drained him dry.

Dez finally released her grip on his dick and that’s when he yanked her to her feet by her hair. Startled, she barked out a curse, but it got lost in his mouth as he crushed her in a brutal kiss that made her entire body ache. She knew he tasted himself in hermouth, but that seemed to only fuel his lust.

Mace yanked the blanket off her body and pushed her toward the wall.

“I swear, Dez. The things you do to me.”

Even in the wildest, dirtiest dreams he used to have while trapped in his bathroom, he never imagined that Dez would be this hot, this willing, this wild. She was much more than he ever hoped for. And she belonged to him.

Her hands moved along his shoulders and down his chest. Now that she knew he craved her affection, she never stopped touching him. Which is what he wanted. She pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it across the room while he toed off his boots and kicked his jeans after them.

Once naked, he forced her against the pantry door with his body. She gasped, and it rippled against his skin.

“Wait. Wait.”

“What?” He didn’t mean to growl that at her, but his need for her nearly overwhelmed him. And her naked body against his…damn.

“We used up the condoms last night.”

“I’m a SEAL.”

“And?”

He reached over to the counter, digging into one of the bags. He pulled out the box of condoms. “We are always prepared for every contingency.”

She took the box. “I didn’t even know they had boxes of fifty.”

“That should last us a day or two.”

Dez squeaked and tried to bolt past him. He caught her around the waist, pushing her back. “What are you doing?”

“Running for my life. Much more of this and I’ll be walking like I’ve been in the rodeo.”

“You complaining?”

Dez frowned, deep in thought.

“Fine.” He started to walk away, but Dez’s hand on his rapidly growing cock stopped him in his tracks. “I didn’t say leave.”

“You didn’t say stay either.”

She pulled him toward her, using his cock as a handle. She kissed his chest, nipped the flesh.

“Stay, Mace. Stay with me.”

Wow. This certainly couldn’t be Dez MacDermot. The bitter ex-wife of a lawyer who told everyone in his office she was a cold fish with a dry pussy. Dez now realized the man was an asshole, because she was anything but cold.

She looked up and was startled by Mace’s expression. Intense and desperate were the words that came to mind. Funny, Mace never seemed like that before.

He stared down at her without saying anything. Simply stared. Then his hand came up and cupped her cheek.

She cleared her throat. “You’re making me nervous.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never had anyone look at me like that before. I can’t tell if you’re falling for me or if you’re going to kill me using my own kitchen knife.”