Wes didn't need any more encouragement than that. "Clear your mind," he murmured against her ear, pressing his lips to the soft skin just below the lobe before apparating them both directly to the settee in his bedroom. The designer he'd hired had done a decent job on the room, but he wasn't paying too much attention to the surroundings at that moment, not when he had her next to him, warm and willing.
His hand came up, fingers gentle as they pushed her hair away from her face, tucking the strands behind her ear, his eyes honed in on hers, letting that intensity build before closing that small gap between them, his lips brushing against hers, somehow both gentle and demanding. He would have her tonight--to what degree, he wasn't sure, but after the way she'd been with him at the club, he held a claim on her.