If You Know Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense

took the rubbers and slid an arm around her waist and hauled her close. Keeping her locked against him, he stumbled inside, unwilling to let go, not even for a second. He fell back against the door, using his body to shut it as he tangled a hand in her hair.
    He didn’t waste a single word as he slanted his mouth over hers—what was the point, anyway? They both knew what they needed to know. He wanted her—she wanted him or she wouldn’t be here, right?
    She opened for him, but when she would have takencontrol of the kiss, he refused, wouldn’t let her. This hunger, it was killing him.
    Eating him alive and had been ever since he’d walked away from her. Jerking her head back farther, he groaned, feasting at her mouth like a man starved. Her hands slid up his back, her nails raking lightly over his flesh.
    The way he touched her—hell, there was something so unbelievably erotic, so mind-blowing. His fingers skimmed along her sides, then one hand came around, gripped the back of her shirt, dragging it up. Nia shivered as he slowly bared one inch after another.
    She leaned back to let him strip it away and when his eyes went wide at the sight of the red satin bra, a thrill rushed through her. A harsh breath escaped him and he settled back against the door, spread his legs wide, drawing her into the vee of them.
    “You’re out to drive me nuts,” he muttered, cupping her breasts in his hands. “I know it.”
    She might have said something—anything, but then he pressed his mouth to her flesh, to the sensitive valley between her breasts, nuzzling her, then blowing a puff of air over her skin and watching as she shivered.
    Hell—even if she’d
planned
to drive him nuts, it wouldn’t matter. Any plans she might have tried to make, they would all fall apart—plans required thought, further planning … execution …
    She wasn’t able to think enough to do that, not when he was touching her, not while he had those long-fingered, agile hands gliding over her body, stripping her clothes away. And not with his mouth cruising southward down her neck and lower.
    As he nibbled his way along the slope of one breast, Nia curled an arm around his shoulders, struggling just to maintain her balance. The other hand, she slid up,then down one of his arms, tracing the hollows and swells, learning the feel of his skin, his muscles. Long, rangy, and lean—so nice.
    When he went to his knees in front of her, she just about went to hers—hard to think, hard to breathe—could barely manage to keep her eyes open as he pressed his mouth to her pubic bone, his breath stirring the curls between her legs.
    The first light brush of his tongue against her clit had her shuddering.
    The second touch had her groaning and she braced both hands against his shoulders, tried to stand despite the fact that her legs seemed to have turned to water.
    Then he curled his tongue around her clit and Nia could have sworn she saw lights exploding. Her breath caught in her lungs, the muscles in her body went rigid. Nothing, absolutely
nothing
seemed to exist except for the way that man was teasing her closer and closer to climax, using his tongue in a way that was nothing short of diabolical.
    One hand stroked up her calf, pausing just long enough to nudge her legs farther apart and she wobbled, almost fell, so focused on his mouth and what he was doing. Law steadied her with his free hand, muttered something against her flesh, but she didn’t know what, nor did she care, holy hell, that mouth …
    Then it wasn’t just his mouth—he pushed two fingers inside her and twisted his wrist, screwed them in, out …
    Nia sobbed out his name and all but collapsed.
    Law caught her, turned and eased her to the floor, barely breaking his rhythm. He tongued her clit, sucked it into his mouth and pulled oh, so carefully, before releasing it. And still, he pumped two wicked, clever fingers in—out—
    “Don’t stop,” she begged, fisting her hands in his hair, desperate, so focused, so fixed on it—so close, so close.
    “Not on my life,” he muttered. Another stroke of his fingers, another light, gentle tug with his teeth.
    Nia shattered, shuddering, shaking, sobbing his name as she came. The orgasm wrenched through her, drawing tighter, tighter …
    And then Law was gone.
    Holy fuck—
    Law shoved back on his heels, his head full of the taste of her, the feel of her, the sight. With a shaking hand, he fumbled for the rubbers she’d brought with