Page 62 of The Break Down

“So bossy,” I whisper, and I hesitate—but only for a second.

Then I grip the hem of my shirt, tug it over my head, and let it fall to the floor.

“Now your pants.”

I push them over my hips. And I stand in my matching pink thong.

His breath leaves him in a slow exhale.

“Fuck.”

Koa steps forward and runs his knuckles down the swell of my breast, over the tops of my breasts.

“You were going to sit next to me all night with this perfect body wrapped up in pink cotton and lace, just pretending I wasn’t losing my mind, weren’t you, Red?”

I shiver. “Maybe.”

He shakes his head slowly, almost reverently.

“Red, I swear to everything I have ever held holy, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

He steps in. Close enough that our chests brush.

Close enough that I feel the hard length of him pressed against my stomach.

His hands cradle my face, rough thumbs sweeping over my cheekbones like I’m breakable.

But there’s nothing soft in his eyes.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” he warns.

“Good,” I whisper. “I don’t want gentle.”

The kiss he gives me isbrutal.

Impossibly hot and all-consuming.

His tongue lashes at me. His teeth close over my flesh.

He is all intense hunger and raw need.

I moan against his mouth as he grabs my ass with both hands, hauling me up. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct.

“Careful. I’m heavy.”

“Not for me. You were made for me.”

I think I actually do believe him. He carries me like I weigh nothing, tossing me onto the bed.

I bounce once, breathless, eyes wide.

Koa rips his shirt over his head and holyhell—that body.

I want to fall down at his feet and worship him.

And I will.Later.

Right now I’m strung so tight, I think I might break.

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