Kit tried not to freak at the look on Haden’s face, and the fact that he’d basically stalked her like prey until she was cornered in the adult room. He looked -- hungry, demanding, like he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and so damn hot! She tried to stare at anything but him, but then she found herself eyeing the covers on the shelves. The first one her eyes settled on had a big-boobed blonde bent over a naked man’s knees getting spanked. Spanking equaled pain, so Kit never understood why some people found it erotic, like Angelica, but then maybe she’d need to try it to understand. She imagined Haden yanking her pants to her knees, patting his palm on her pale ass in preparation, then giving her a good, hard swat. Eek. That was not helping the state of her body.

The row of boxes drew Haden’s attention as well, and Kitty couldn’t help but pick up on his imaginings. He took a scene from one of the covers and inserted Kit as one of the two women sucking a man’s cock. Of course, he was the man. The other woman’s face remained hidden, anonymous. That was good. No one that Kitty needed to be jealous of. Could she do it, though? Could she share his cock with another woman like it was a tasty lollipop? Since many of the covers had the theme of woman on woman, it was easy for Kitty to take the scenario to even more forbidden places. What would it be like to stroke a woman’s breast, to taste, to go down on her?

Geez, how could she think that? She needed to get out of here.

"Stop backing away from me," Haden growled.

"I’m not," she lied. "I should probably go back to getting the store ready, though, so what was it that you wanted to talk about?"

"Nothing. Come here so I can kiss you."

"Haden, you’ve been gone for three days without a word, and then you just come in here and order me around." She put her hand on the door handle behind her back. "I’m not that kind of woman." Was she?

"I’m not discussing it. I’ve got to kiss you." He wrapped his big hands around her shoulders and pulled her against him. His lips were a force of nature, firm and spicy, enticing her to take a risk, to go a little further.

Hell, to go a lot further.

"How do you do this to me?" she asked when he finally set her lips free to taste her neck. The erotic movie in his head, his always-in-motion hands, his masculine scent shut down her brain and turned on her hormones. Her blood roared in her ears. She tingled everywhere. She was a frenzy of arousal with absolutely no control. She wanted him to take her fast and hard on the floor, and she didn’t care if anyone heard them through the walls, if any of her employees came in early.

She’d tried so hard to forget the other night, how he’d slowly built her pleasure, how he’d driven into her from behind while she’d gripped the bed to meet his thrusts. But something that good would live in her memory forever -- and she wanted more of it.

"God, Kit, you make me so hard." He slid his hands down her thighs then lifted her legs around his hips so she could feel exactly what he was talking about. "You make me crazy."

"It’s mutual. And you are so damn strong." How could he lift her up and down, rubbing her crotch along his shaft, without even breathing hard? But the rubbing, though pleasurable, was not enough. It just made her hotter, wetter, and more insane. "I need you inside me," she said, shocked at her own statement.

He set her down on unsteady legs and gripped her shoulders. "Undo your pants."