She was beautiful and responsive and his. For how long, he didn't know, but for tonight at least, he was getting her all to himself, and he was going to make damn sure it was an experience that had her begging for more, that would make her want to hold onto him the same way he already felt determined to hold onto her. As her hand slid into his hair and tugged, he let out a soft growl around her nipple. He really liked that, and he loved the feel of her nails on his skin - it made him shiver, the hairs on the back of his neck and arms rising as a shiver shuddered through him.
At her second, more insistent tug, he released her nipple and tilted his head up to look at her. Her question had him chuckling, shaking his head. "What phone? It seems I've misplaced it." There was no bloody way he'd be answering his phone if it rang in the middle of things. He'd take the slap on the wrist if he was called in and didn't pick up. And with that thought, he stood up again and, in a move that was too quick, and picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, hoping to get a laugh. "Where's your bed, Zahara?" There weren't a lot of possibilities, but he didn't want to waste time guessing.
Once in her bedroom, he tossed her on her bed, and then just stood next to it, looking at her in the delectable red lingerie, her hair splayed out under her. "I want to taste you, Zahara. I want you to scream my name as I get you off with my mouth and hands," he told her in a gruff tone.