Bring it.
“The bedroom closet is cleared out if you wanna hang your stuff in there.”
“Thank you.” Celia kept sorting papers. Nothing salvageable. But thank God she hadn’t found any mouse droppings, although it might be easier to set fire to this stuff than sort it.
“What now?”
He was asking her for direction? “Pick a room. Unless you’d rather do this while I do one of the other ten billion things that need done around here.”
“It’s not my fault he was a packrat, Cele.”
“I didn’t say it was, Kyle.”
“Why’re you bein’ like this?”
Celia looked at him. “Like what? Helpful?”
“No, like you can’t stand to be around me unless I’m f**king you.”
That did it. She rolled to her feet and wiped the dust from her hands. “Maybe because you’re an ass**le when we aren’t f**king. And you can just forget about me f**king you anytime soon, buddy.”
Kyle grabbed her arm as she sidestepped him. “Where you going?”
“To get more garbage bags. Is that all right? Or do I need your permission?”
His eyes narrowed. “Got a whole mouthful of attitude today, don’tcha?”
“Like that’s a big shock.”
The muscle in his jaw twitched and he stared at her with those stormy green eyes.
“Did you need something? Or are you just pissing with me, lookin’ for a fight? ’Cause I’ll give you one.”
“I know you will.” He jerked her against his body. “That’s one of my favorite things about you.” Then his mouth crashed down on hers with a brutal kiss. No buildup, just heat and hunger.
Just to be ornery, Celia tried to shove him away.
He let their mouths part long enough to release a mean little chuckle before he pulled both her wrists behind her back and pressed her against the wall, his mouth hungry on hers again.
Dammit. He wasn’t supposed to have the power to do this. Make her so crazy with lust she’d lose her head the instant he touched her. Even when she was mad at him. How could he always have the upper hand?
Because you give it to him. Because you like that he has a sharp edge beneath that easygoing facade.
Kyle was relentless with his soul-stealing kisses. He would not relinquish his hold on her.
Need and sexual greed rode her hard. She bucked and pushed against him, wanting him to stop teasing and get on with it.
“Now,” he half growled. “Right f**king here, right f**king now.”
“Fine. But no talking.”
“Fine.”
At least she hadn’t been a total pushover. Besides, she’d always heard that angry sex was on a whole other level of hotness. Might be sadistic, but she wanted to find out, and it wasn’t like she’d rather be cleaning out boxes instead of getting it on with her sexy husband.
He released her hands. Then he was peeling her sweatpants down her legs. His mouth returned for more violently hot kisses.
Somehow Kyle ditched his jeans. Somehow he lifted her and pinned her to the wall. He pushed her knees wide, burying his mouth in her throat.
Celia hissed when the tip of his c**k rubbed across her clit—three, four, five times before his c**k sought entrance to her body.
He paused for a moment, letting his hardness fill her.
She clutched him, one arm wrapped around his neck, her other hand twisted in a fistful of his shirt. She squeezed her inner muscles around his c**k as a signal she was in the moment with him.
Then Kyle’s hands gripped her ass as he pulled her down to meet his forceful thrusts.
Every time, she didn’t think it could be better than the last time and every time it was.
Celia wanted to let her head fall back and feel his passion overtaking her, trusting that he would propel them to the point of detonation.
But Kyle’s mouth didn’t leave hers. His kisses were packed with heat and passion and an almost desperate need.
By the way his strokes quickened and his body tensed, Celia knew he was close. She broke the seal of their mouths to whisper, “Grind into me. You know how I like it.”
“I thought you said no talking.”
“I changed my mind.”
He canted his pelvis to hit her clit on every up thrust and growled, “Say something dirty.”
“The office closet.”
He snorted a soft laugh and put his mouth on her ear, knowing that it drove her wild. “Give me real dirty talk. You know you want to.”
“Fuck me harder. Fuck me through the goddamn wall.”
Kyle reared back, rammed into her with enough force to knock a picture to the floor. He jackhammered his hips, grinding into her with the precise amount of friction that made her come undone.
He plunged into her relentlessly through her orgasm. Then he stopped. His mouth was on her lips. The kiss was surprisingly tender for as hard as his body shuddered against hers.
Celia moved her hands to cradle his head. She tried to soothe him. He seemed almost bereft as his climax faded. When he panted against her shoulder, she murmured, “You okay?”
“No.”
When she tried to force him to look at her, he wouldn’t allow it. “Kyle?”
“I’ve been an ass the last couple days.”
“Ya think?”
“I came into the office hoping you could help me find the romantic streak in me that’s been missing the last week. I wanted to rewind at least to this morning before we got snippy with each other. I wanted to seduce you, give you the sweetness and the…damn devotion you deserve. But when I see you, Celia, all I can think about is burying myself in you so fast and hard that you don’t have a chance to think about anything but how much I want you.” His mouth skimmed her cheek. “How much I always f**king want you. Christ. It’s beyond scary how much you mean to me.”