Page 94 of Protecting Love

“It’s not. I planned on cooking tonight. And maybe I’d rather spend the time with you and not in a restaurant with other people,” she said, her voice low. Almost as if she was afraid to voice those words.

“Then we’ll eat at your place.”

They didn’t talk much more until he pulled in front of her building, got out, handed the key to the valet, got the ticket and then walked inside with Paris.

“Does it bother you wearing a suit jacket now daily?”

“No. I’m used to it.”

They got in the elevator, the two of them quiet, as they weren’t alone.

The minute they were in her front door, she shut it behind her, grabbed the front of his suit and pushed him against the wall, her mouth on his.

“This is the kiss I wanted earlier,” she growled.

He didn’t hesitate.

He fisted a hand in her hair and kissed her back just as hard.

She wasn’t teasing. She wasn’t soft. She came at him like she meant to consume him, her hands gripping his lapels, dragging him down to her height, her body pressing into his like she’d been holding this in all day since he’d said he’d be bringing her home.

And damn, if he didn’t love every second of it.

Her mouth was demanding, hot, and a little reckless. Something he was positive she’d never let loose in her life.

Her teeth scraped his lower lip before she soothed it with her tongue. She shifted closer, one thigh sliding between his, pinning him to the wall this time.

Attacking him. Claiming him.

His pulse kicked hard.

He’d spent most of his adult life composed. Controlled. Measured. Even when he was younger, even when he worked undercover—he was always the one toeing the line.

But with her?

She made him want to lose it.

He dropped his hands to her hips and hauled her flush against him, the soft curve of her fitting against his harder edges like she’d been built for it. Her breath hitched against his mouth, and that small sound nearly unraveled him.

“You wanted this?” he murmured against her lips, his hips rubbing hers.

“Yes,” she hissed, already kissing him again before he finished speaking. Her pelvis grinding against his cock, hard, ready, willing to let her take it all from him.

She nipped his jaw, trailed hot kisses down his neck, and he tipped his head back against the wall, letting her take what she wanted. Her fingers slid under his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders impatiently like the fabric annoyed her.

“Careful,” he said. “Don’t want to rip the jacket.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him, his eyes dark and unbridled. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

Then she kissed him again. Deeper this time, slower, but no less hungry.

He flipped them without warning, turning her until her back hit the wall instead. Not rough. Just determined. His hands bracketed her face as he kissed her with a different kind of intensity. A steady, consuming, controlled heat to match her wildfire.

She gasped softly at the shift.

“You’re not the only one who wanted that kiss,” he said, brushing his thumb along her swollen lower lip.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer like she didn’t believe him. Like she wasn’t sure of her next move.