Nancy's POV

"Nothing. I just listened." My breath hitched as he leaned down, his mouth crashing violently against mine. His tongue shoved past my lips, claiming my mouth deep and hard.

I moaned helplessly into the kiss, my hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until his heavy body pinned me flush against the edge of the granite counter.

His cock was already rock-hard, thick and deeply insistent as it pressed into my stomach through the denim of his jeans.

"Good," he murmured against the sensitive skin of my neck. His teeth grazed my pulse point as his large hands slid aggressively under my top, palming...