Page 26 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

He caught the twitch of her lips. “Maybe you’re right.” She lifted a hand. “And don’t say men are always right.”

“I don’t have to say it since it’s universally true.”

She let out a soft hoot. “Oh yes, you’ll fit perfectly within the DAMC brotherhood.”

“It’s good to be able to fit somewhere. Like how my cock was the perfect fit in your pussy.”

She pulled in a sharp breath. “I can’t remember.”

“Are you saying it was forgettable?”

“No, I’m saying I need to double-check that fit.”

He turned on his thickest southern accent since it seemed to be foreplay for her. “Happy to oblige, darlin’.”

“You really know how to make a girl melt.”

“You’re no girl, Vi. You are definitely all woman.”

“Ooo. A compliment on top of that accent. I might explode.”

He took a step forward and she took a step backwards. “That’s the goal.”

When he took another step closer, she fisted his shirt and yanked him into her. “C’mon, Devil Dog. Let’s go inside and you can show me your weapon.”

“It’s great at hitting the target.”

“The first time could’ve been a stroke of luck.”

Nothing sexier than a woman who could hold her own. Whether it be with banter or a weapon. Even better when it came to sex.

He dipped his head until his mouth hovered just above hers. “It was a stroke of something. But I wouldn’t call it luck.”

Tucking a finger under her chin, he tipped her face higher at the same time he dropped his head lower and took her mouth.

She groaned and clutched his shirt even tighter as they deepened the kiss.

Using his chest, he bumped her backwards until her back was pressed against the door.

Reaching between them, he dug the master key free from her tightly curled fingers and slipped it into the lock. He managed to keep their lips sealed together as he pushed open the door, then using his body, nudged her over the threshold. Once inside, he used one hand on her hip to spin her around so he could slam the door shut behind them.

Chapter Six

If the intense kiss wasn’t enough, the click of the lock behind Vi made heat pool between her legs and her breasts to ache.

She couldn’t wait to fuck him, but in the meantime, she was enjoying the lip lock with Reaper way too much.

He was a damn good kisser.

Her pussy twinged when his erection pressed like a steel pipe against her stomach.

If she had a say in it—and she planned on it—he’d do more than shove his jeans down this time.

When his hands slid over her ass and under her silky shorts, he broke the kiss.

She had worn the cami and shorts she occasionally slept in. Of course, she forewent a bra and underwear since the whole goal of waiting for him on his porch was for them to get naked.

And quickly.