Snap. Kade whirled her, slamming her spine to the wall with his solid frame trapping her. "Mine. No one else."
"Fuck me then," she snarled, grinding her soaked core against his thigh, friction a tease against the blaze. Her fingers hooked her leggings' waistband, shoving them down her thighs alongside drenched panties; they pooled at her ankles, kicked away.
Kade's pants dropped next, belt clattering, zipper rasping, his cock surging free, impossibly huge, thick-veined, throbbing with her scent's command.
She tore her bra away last; he shrugged off his ruined shirt. Bare now, skin-to-scorching-skin, he gripped her ass, hoisting her up. Legs locked around his waist instinctively.
"You're going to regret this tomorrow."
"Add it to the list," Dakota shot back, voice husky with need. "Tomorrow I can hate myself. Right now, just make the burning stop."
