...Clay let the door slam shut behind him and watched as she toed off her heels. For the first time all night, he noticed the ankle bracelet and toe ring she wore and his heart began to pound faster. The woman who stood before him spoke with his wife’s voice and carried her scent, but looked nothing like the plump, unhappy housewife he’d left behind a year ago.

Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she stepped toward him.

Instinct prodded him to reach for her, pulling her against him. The movement was rough and fast and caused the breath to whoosh from her. She looked up at him, doe-eyed. “Make love to me?”

He laced his fingers through her hair and tilted back her head. “All night long,” he whispered against her ear.

He reached for the edge of her shirt. Ever since he’d laid eyes on her in the bar, he couldn’t wait to feel her love wrapped around him, to touch the new breasts she displayed with pride. Now, he was getting his chance. She raised her arms over her head, allowing him to strip one barrier free from her. There, staring back at him, were two round, plump mounds, peeking out from behind the sexiest pink lace bra he’d ever seen. His mouth went dry and a lump formed in his throat as he set to working on the hooks.

Within seconds, the pink lace slackened and fell away, leaving nothing standing between him and his goal. Dark cherry in color, her pert nipples stood at attention, waiting for his care. He raised his hands to cup her where her bra had been, his eyes taking in every inch of her.

“Now you’ve seen them up close, do you still like them?” Her voice was low and carried with it a husky quality that told him she, too, was aroused.

He answered with a swipe of his tongue across first one taut peak, then the other. Her breath caught on a gasp and she grabbed his shoulders in response.

“You like that?” he whispered as he returned to the first mound and sucked.

“Yes,” she whimpered and arched into him.

Still cupping her with his hands, he brushed his thumb over one nipple while he continued to ravage the other with his mouth. God, it had been such a long time since he’d had the pleasure of touching her, tasting her. He hadn’t even reached the good part yet and already his body hummed with need, his cock springing to life on the promise of a satisfying completion.

Her hands traveled down his chest and tugged at his polo. Despite his reluctance to let go, he did and shrugged out of his shirt. Her eyes widened and she reached out for him, her nails grazing over his flesh.

Desire raced through him, causing his dick to jerk against his zipper. Thank God he’d decided to wear boxers and not go au natural. It would have been a bitch having the metal zipper rubbing against his shaft.

She gave him a wry smile. “I forgot how damn sexy you are.”

“That goes double for you, baby.”

Before he could touch her again, she backed away and turned out the light that had been on when they came in. For several seconds the room was dark, then his eyes began to adjust. With the balcony curtains standing halfway open, the three-quarter moon bathed the room in a soft glow. He watched her cross the room, strip and climb onto the bed. Sitting on her knees in the middle of the mattress, she looked like an angel and a temptress all in one. “It’s been too long, Clay. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

How could he deny a request like that?