“I was in bed already. Sleeping. So don’t you turn this around and make it look like I’m out to seduce you, jerk!”

Her belligerence drove him nearly insane. He suppressed the urge to paddle her sweet ass and pushed her against the wall instead. Then he braced both hands at the wall to either side of her head and leaned closer.

“Too late, too fucking late, Rochelle.”

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. For a moment he thought she’d push him back, fight him, but then he felt her hands clamp around his shoulders as if she couldn’t keep herself upright without his help.

“Damn it, Rochelle,” he grunted against her lips and pressed his body to hers to show her what she was doing to him, how she aroused him, how his cock was pumping full with blood, ready to sink into her. Within seconds he was as hard as granite and impatient as a kid on Christmas Eve.

In a steady rhythm he rubbed himself against her soft center, while he explored her with his tongue and demanded that she do the same. When her delicious tongue finally lapped against his, a groan escaped him.

Her breasts were soft and warm, and her hard nipples rubbed against his chest. He drew back a little so he could touch her breasts, cup them with his palms and squeeze and caress them.

Rochelle sighed into his mouth, responding to his touch, and he sensed how she pressed her tits more firmly into his hands. In response he rocked his groin against her hips. The contact sent a bolt of desire through his body. He was aflame. Eagerly, he stroked his hand down her torso until he reached her thigh. He gripped it, pulled her leg up and wrapped it around his hip. Now he could get even closer to her center, could press his erection even more intensely to her sex.

Deeper and deeper he foraged into her mouth, tasted her sweet essence, inhaled her intoxicating scent. Rochelle welcomed him, didn’t push him back when he dropped his other hand to her second thigh and pulled that one up, too, in effect lifting her off the ground, so that she hung suspended between the wall and his body. Her legs were spread wide and he pressed himself to her, felt the warm wetness that emanated from her sex. Just like he felt his cock spasm in anticipation.

Rochelle was made for love. And that was exactly what he wanted right now: to make love to her.

He had to be inside her to wipe the thought of the other man from not only his mind, but also hers. Because the fact that nothing bad had happened to her could only mean that the other man wasn’t a criminal, but an ex-boyfriend. It was the only scenario that made sense. But he had to know for sure. Otherwise he’d never be able to stop thinking about it.

He ripped his mouth from her and looked into her lust-drenched eyes. “Who was the guy from earlier? What did he want?”

“What?” For a moment she didn’t seem to understand his question, but then her eyes widened suddenly and her chin dropped. “You were spying on me?”

She pushed her hands against his shoulders much harder than he’d expected. She meant business.

“No. My driver saw that—”

“Let go of me!” She hit his shoulders once more and kicked her legs at him.

Zach had no choice but to drop her back on her feet, releasing her. “I just wanted to make sure that—”

“That what? That no other man is hunting in your territory?” Her eyes narrowed, fury spewing from them now. “You have no right to spy on me or show up here unannounced.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“It was exactly like that. You offered me your car so that your driver would find out where I live. So you could just show up here whenever you were in the mood.” She gave his crotch, where his cock made a huge bulge under his slacks, a meaningful look. “Get lost! Get out of my apartment!”

Zach had enough experience with women to know when a woman wasn’t going to accept any further explanations. Not even the truth would calm her down now and make her change her mind about him.

He turned to the door and reached for the knob. “I’m sorry. I only wanted to—”

“Get out!” she repeated, her voice hoarse now as if she had difficulty speaking.

He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. The door fell shut behind him. Then he heard her turn the deadbolt. He laid his palms on the door and closed his eyes.

Fuck, he’d really screwed up now. How was he ever going to clear up this misunderstanding? If his cock hadn’t interfered, this wouldn’t have happened. Then he would have simply assured himself that Rochelle was okay and bid her good night.

But no, his cock had had other ideas. Even now he was still rock hard and by the looks of it, would remain so for some time, because relief was nowhere in sight. At least not with Rochelle. Any chance that Rochelle would invite him into her bed again had just dropped to nil. And that was something he couldn’t accept.