He didn’t ask what I needed. He just gave it to me.
The first time I spoke to Viper Locke, it was to give this soldier-turned-smokejumper a piece of my mind, but then the infuriatingly sexy bastard taught me how hard it is to be sassy with my bare ass spanked red and my throat sore from screaming through one brutal climax after another.
Now, bent over the counter with my hair gripped tight in his fist, it’s not even worth trying to hide that I’m soaking wet and ready for him to take me like a bad girl right here in the kitchen.
He already knows I’m his.
