Damaged goods, his ass. All she'd needed was a little encouragement and she'd knocked every brain cell in his head out of whack. His dick pulsed behind his zipper, his heart shoved against his ribcage, and his eyeballs thunked the back of his skull.

The kiss turned brutally punishing and desperate. A battle ensued. Him. Her. Repeat.

So much for her submission, and he wasn't sorry to see it go. Each stroke of her tongue warring with his unleashed something deep inside ...