Perfect for You

Connor's sake, she frowned as she set her coat on a chair. "I thought you were going out on a date."
    "Not till later." She tapped a few things and then closed her phone, giving them her full attention. "So how was your date, children?"
    Freya rolled her eyes and turned to Connor. "I'm sorry."
    He shook his head. "I understand all about family. I'll take a rain check."
    Walking him out, she gave him a quiet kiss goodnight and locked up behind him. Sagging against the door, she breathed a sigh of relief.
    Then she ran upstairs again. "He's gone, now tell me what you're doing here. And are you wearing my sweater?"
    "It's not too big, is it?" Anna stood up and modeled it. "I mean, I know it's a little big, because I'm not a giant like you, but it looks okay, right?"
    Freya rolled her eyes. "Do you really have a date?"
    "Yes," her sister all but yelled, hopping around. "And he asked me out!"
    "As opposed to a monkey asking you out?"
    "No, as opposed to me manipulating him into asking me out."
    "Do you have to manipulate a lot of boys?" she asked with a frown. "Because that's not a good thing."
    "Most boys I only go out with for a free meal. I'm actually excited about this one."
    "Who is he?"
    Anna clammed up. "No one."
    "He's not no one if you're so excited about him."
    "He—"
    The phone rang.
    They both stared at it.
    "Are you going to answer it?" her sister asked.
    "I'd rather grill you." She walked across the room and picked it up. "Hello?"
    "Are you busy?"
    At the sound of Greg's low, sexy voice, a foolish grin spread across her face. She turned her back on Anna's avid gaze. "No."
    "Good." There was no mistaking the masculine satisfaction behind that word. "Come see me."
    A booty call. She bit her lip. She'd just had a date with another man. What did it say about her that she was contemplating hooking up with a different man right after?
    "Freya?" he prompted, and she knew there wasn't really a decision to make. She wanted him.
    "I'll be right there." She hung up and started reaching for her coat before she realized she wouldn't need it. "Lock up on your way out."
    "Where are you going?"
    "To see no one ." She shot Anna a mocking grin and ran downstairs.
    Before she could so much as lift her hand to knock on Greg's door, he opened it. Wordlessly, she stepped inside into the entryway, fully intending to greet him with some sultry, come-hither salutation.
    But then she saw him and a flirty Hi seemed so vanilla, so she plastered herself against him, fastened her lips to his, and kissed him all the way down to his toes.
    He pressed her into the wall behind them with his body. When her hands tried to work under his shirt, he took hold of them and pinned them next to her head.
    This. This was right.
    Excited, she hooked her leg around his and pulled him closer. As he thrust against her, they both groaned. He raised her arms higher so that he could grasp them in one hand, causing her back to arch. He ran his other hand down to palm her breasts. When he pinched her straining nipples she gasped.
    "More," he murmured, lifting his mouth from hers. He pushed both her shirt and bra up in one motion and latched onto a nipple, giving it a savage suck.
    She cried out, arching her back in silent supplication to him to take more.
    He did. He took as much of her into his mouth as he could, sucking while he tongued her nipple. Slowly he pulled back until her nipple popped out of his mouth. He plied her other breast with the same delicious torture.
    She was so caught up in the sensation of him devouring her breasts that she didn't notice he'd undone her pants and had begun working them down. "Off," he said.
    Shimmying them down, she kicked them off and out of the way so she stood in her panties. Hungry for him, she slipped her hand out of his loose hold, gripped his hair, and brought his mouth to hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
    Groaning, he gripped her butt. "If you keep that up I won't make it upstairs."
    "Okay."
    He moved his hand down to finger the folds between her legs. His touch was light, and the cover of her thong created one more barrier she didn't want. She whimpered and squirmed, trying to bring herself some relief. "I need more."
    He raised his head. His eyes glittered so dangerously blue that her heart sped up.Holding her gaze, he slipped his fingers under the band of her underwear and tugged it down. She lowered her legs and let the underwear drop to the floor, stepping out of them. She unzipped his pants