Page 60 of Viper

“Let’s see if we can get you warm.”

“Sounds heavenly.” She slipped off the vanity.

His hands caught her sides and helped lower her to the ground, then he lifted her dress, bunching it all the way to her hips before sliding the flowy garment over her head.

He tossed it to the floor on top of his clothes.

She stood in only her panties. The dress she’d had on didn’t look half as good with bra straps, so she hadn’t worn one. Now, her nipples tightened under the heat of his gaze. She edged her fingers into the waistband of her black lace thong and slipped it down her legs.

His jaw tightened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Paige, you’re fucking killing me.”

His fingers swept across her uninjured cheek, down her neck, and over her breast. Cupping her waist, he pulled her toward him. “How am I supposed to keep my fucking hands off you when you look like that?”

His mildly irritated expression made her giggle. “Who said you’re supposed to?”

His mouth twisted with amusement. “Your brother, but he doesn’t count.”

She gaped. “He didn’t.”

“No,” he said with a laugh. “Just kidding. But I feel like an ass acting like a horny twenty-year-old, as you put it, after what happened.”

Steam billowed from the shower. She brought her body even closer to his, pressing her breasts against the shield of his abs. His hands wound around her hips, landing on her ass.

“I just want to be near you, Troy. Touching you, making love to you . . . none of that’s going to hurt me.” She kissed his pec, then his bristly jaw, then placed her lips on his mouth. “As a matter of fact, it’s exactly what I need.”

“In that case,” he said, gripping her ass tighter and bobbing his eyebrows.

She threw back her head on a laugh just as he grasped the backs of her thighs, hauling her legs around his waist. He made his way to the shower.

A thrill tingled her sex.

Oh, yeah. This is exactly what I need.

Christ, he had no self-control. Not a fucking shred and right now, he didn’t give a damn. With Paige’s naked legs wrapped around his waist and her wet pussy against his cock, he was in pure bliss.

He pulled the glass shower door closed and stepped under the spray, letting the water run over her back.

Her fingers dragged through his hair, sending shivers over his shoulders and down his back. She pressed her lips to his. An endless highway of fire channeled through him. Her taste filled his senses—warm, soft, faintly sweet, and uniquely Paige.

Jesus, he’d never get enough of her.

In the seconds when the car had driven toward her, he’d been paralyzed. Fear, sharp and fucking real, had stricken him.

He couldn’t feel that again and survive it. He made a mental vow to end the assault on her today. Craig wouldn’t live to see tomorrow, so help him god.

She pulled away and stroked his jaw. “Where’d you go?” she said with a nervous smile. “I feel like you stepped out.”

“I’m right here, baby.” He turned and pressed her back against the wall. Lowering his face to her neck, he kissed and sucked the skin beneath her ear.

A low purr in her throat jerked him back to the moment. Her fingers knotted in his hair, gripping it at the roots.

He moved south and pulled her pink nipple into his mouth. She instantly reacted as he circled his tongue around the little nub, moaning deep and arching her back. She caught his head between her hands, pulling his mouth to hers.

Her tongue slipped past his teeth and stroked his tongue hungrily. His muscles twitched with desire. He needed to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy around his cock. Bracing her weight on his forearm, he wedged his fingers between their bodies to find her slit.

He touched her sex and she bucked. He growled against her mouth, rubbing from her crevice to her clit to get her good and wet.

“Now, Troy,” she demanded.