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remember?”
    “Mmm…yes.”
    He did like the sound of that word from her lips. “How do you want me to make you come? A, with my fingers, B, with my tongue, or C, with my cock?”
    “D. All of the above.”
    “So you’re perfect.” He relinquished touching her to take the carafe from her shaking hand. “Except for the not-cooking thing and your jealous side.”
    She angled to one side and looked at him, all glassy-eyed and flushed in the cheeks. “Jealous side? Oh…you mean back in the store, because of Alicia.”
    How could he not smile at that admission? But he wouldn’t call her on it. No point. “No, babe. Because of my drawer organizers. You want some for yourself.”
    She wiggled around to face him, eyes gleaming with naughty intentions. “True, I do want what’s inside your drawers.”
    He stopped her before she popped his button. “And it wants you. A hell of a lot. But you touch me now and I’m done with self-control. I’ll bend you over this counter and slide your sexy body through half-made pudding while I fuck you.” The scenario had come out of nowhere, but damn. Brinn blinked up at him—once, twice—then tugged his button open.
    Things were about to get slippery.
     

Chapter Five
     
    “I’m a man of my word, Brinn.”
    “I hope so.”
    A deep growl rumbled near her ear. Then his hands were everywhere, stripping away her clothes with a combination of efficiency and impatience. “Jesus, you’re sexy.” His gaze moved over her naked body. “Merry Christmas to me.”
    She’d always worried a little around Liam. He had a serious attraction to sports-mag models, whereas her physique resembled a “before” picture of one of those women. Under Davis’s heated stare, Brinn felt like a goddess.
    A goddess with more sexual confidence than she’d had in her life. “My turn to unwrap a present.” She reached for the bottom of his shirt and tugged it upward.
    He helped, peeling the fabric away and tossing it onto the growing pile of castoffs. His jeans followed. Then boxers and socks, leaving him head-to-toe naked and hard all over.
    “I’ve obviously been a very good girl this year, to get a present this size,” she said, taking his cock in hand.
    Faster than she could give him a come-and-get-some smile, he turned her, bending her over the island—as promised. “Are you really a good girl, Brinn? I need to know.”
    Her legs shook and her heart raced. “Yes. I’m a good girl.”
    He leaned over her back, molding his body tightly to hers. “Do you like being a good girl?”
    His warm breath on her neck made her shiver. Or maybe it was the question, so loaded with naughty promises.
    “No,” she whispered. “I don’t like it.”
    “Then I’m going to fuck the good girl right out of you tonight.” He knocked her legs farther apart with his knee and entered her with enough fingers and force to make her moan. “I’m going to fill you up, Brinn. So fucking full.” He worked his fingers deeper. Teased her anus with the pad of his thumb. “I’m going to make my good girl beg for all kinds of filthy things.”
    Oh god. Her heart hammered against the cool, smooth countertop. Her pulse pounded in her ears. A dozen dirty thoughts flew through her mind. Things she’d fantasized about, but been afraid to suggest with past boyfriends.
    Davis wasn’t a boyfriend and never would be. He was strictly a lover. That ought to make him dangerous, yet it made him safe in the ways that counted tonight. She could say anything she wanted without fear of embarrassment or ruining their future. But when she opened her mouth to speak, all that escaped was a needy moan as she arched to meet his touch.
    “It’s not enough for me either, babe.” He withdrew his fingers and took hold of her hips. “I need to be inside you. Deep inside.”
    “Then keep your word.” She reached behind and gripped his cock. “Put me on the naughty list.”
    He groaned as she stroked. “Jesus, Brinn. I’m on