She'd known it was coming by the way his stomach muscles tensed against her arm, but it didn't make it any more breathtaking when he spun her around, lust in his eyes and a groan on his lips. His gaze locked with hers, just long enough to drill it into her that he wanted her badly enough to have her right here. Then his mouth crashed down on hers, brutal in his hunger, and she wanted him badly enough that she might have let him, might have found a deeper shadow to wrap her legs around his hips and swallow his groans while he sated that need.

Might have, but she wanted more than this, wanted the cuddling and the clawing, crying out, can't keep their hands off each other, and the quieter, slower, but no less intense sex that came after. So she told him that with her kiss, the way she didn't just accept his kiss but answered it with the clashing of teeth and tongues and her hands gripping his biceps just as greedily.

When he finally broke away enough to speak, his mouth was smeared red with her lipstick and hers tingled with the afterburn of rough, bruising affections and unquenched desires. "Just in time, then," she growled softly back at him, and kept her hands firmly above his waistline so she didn't do anything more provocative. "You have no idea how tempted I am..."