Fox ripped his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the shimmering gray of the floor tiles. “Get naked.”

A sigh leaving her at the male perfection of him, Molly wriggled out of her clothes. Fox was already in the shower, all jets on and body soapy when she stepped inside. He hauled her close, his mouth firm on hers, his cock long and thick against her abdomen. “How about a little exercise before that nap?”

Hitching her up onto his hips with easy masculine strength, he pinned her against the tile. “Are you sticky and damp for me, Molly?” he murmured, reaching behind her to run his soapy fingers lightly over the cleft of her buttocks. “Say yes, baby, because I want in.”

His words, his actions, they made her thighs clench around his hips, her mouth opening for his on a breathy “Yes.”

He played his tongue over her own, confident and demanding, as the blunt head of his cock nudged at her, and then he was pushing inside. Shivering as he stretched her to aching pleasure, she wrapped her arms around his neck and used her teeth to tug at the ring that had been her temptation into the sexiest of sins.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that.” Gripping her under her thighs, he began to move, the rhythm fast and deep, her breasts rubbing against the taut muscle of his chest with every thrust.

She kissed him again as he pushed his cock in to the hilt, then pulled out almost the entire way… only to thrust his way back in. The relentless pressure, the erotic friction, the feel of his powerful body moving in her, around her, it made her shudder and come without warning, her inner muscles convulsing on the thickness of him.

“Christ!” Fingers tightening on her thighs, he increased the depth and force of his thrusts until he came, the wet heat of his seed inside her a reminder of the primal nature of their intimacy.

They did nap after Fox soaped up her lazy-limbed body, the pleasure heavy in her blood, while she shampooed her hair. Rubbing her dry with a big fluffy towel once they were clean, he nudged her toward the bed, murmuring, “Reflective glass,” when she hesitated to walk naked into the bedroom.

It still felt incredibly naughty to cross the room nude, since she could see through the glass. She slid under the sheets, snuggling into Fox when he followed her to bed, his body cool from the shower, his hair damp. Above them, the wide skylight showcased a vivid blue sky, but her body thought it was five o’clock in the morning.

They slept in a tangle of limbs, Fox’s body curved behind her own, his thigh thrust between hers, one of his arms under her head. It was a position she’d become used to, the warm strength of him lulling her to sleep within minutes. She didn’t wake until three hours later, according to the bedside clock.

Fox wasn’t in bed, but she rolled over just in time to see him coming out of the bathroom. He was as naked as when they’d gone to bed, and just as gorgeous. Noticing she was awake, he smiled that slow Fox smile that made her heart skip a beat. “Hello, sleepyhead.”

“Mmm.” Yawning, she stretched. “Come back to bed.”

But Fox was already pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants. “Insatiable.” Closing the distance between them, he pressed both palms on the bed, one on either side of her head, and bent to speak against her lips. “I’m starving.”

Molly tugged him down. He didn’t resist, lying on top of her, the sheet between them a thin barrier that did nothing to block the wild heat of his skin. “Kiss me,” she said, her arms around his shoulders, “and I might make you that omelet you like.”

His hand curving over her bare breast after he pulled down the sheet, he said, “Kisses as bribery?” Then his smiling mouth came down on hers, the kiss playful, his mouth sucking on her lower lip, her teeth nibbling at his in sensual retaliation.

Neither of them was in a hurry, content to just be together.

“I think you’ve earned your omelet,” she said some time later, shaping the breadth of his shoulders with her hands. “Show me your kitchen.”

Fox brushed her hair off her forehead, the tenderness in his expression intermingled with unhidden possessiveness. “I’m happy you’re in my house, in my bed.” He palmed her breast again. “Where you belong.”

No woman, Molly thought, could question Fox’s commitment when he was so blunt about it. “I’m happy to be here,” she said, then gave him a rueful smile. “Also a little scared and nervous, but underneath it all, happy.” And that happiness? It scared her, too… because it seemed too passionate, too wonderful, to last.

Fox’s gaze was intent, his eyes dark. “Let’s make this town ours, Molly.”

The first three days weren’t much different from the life Molly was used to living. By unspoken agreement, she and Fox stayed home except for short visits out to get groceries and pick up a couple of things she discovered she needed after she unpacked. By some stroke of luck, the paparazzi didn’t seem to have realized Fox was back in the country, so he was able to show her around without anyone dogging their heels.

The area around Fox’s home was lovely, it and neighboring houses set on large parcels of land that ensured privacy. There was also a park, complete with hiking trails, only a short drive away. Molly loved their walk along a canyon trail early one balmy evening, the two of them laughing as serious hikers passed them by with sniffs of disdain for their strolling pace. But his neighborhood was only a small part of a sprawling city, and Molly quickly realized she’d need a car if she wanted to get anywhere on her own.

“I’ll take a few driving lessons,” she said as Fox showed her the sights in his black SUV in place of the highly recognizable red Lamborghini that was his pride and joy. “Get myself used to staying on the wrong side of the road.” Seeing they were on the highway that ran parallel to the coastline, she rolled down the window to take in the sea air, the view breathtaking along what her research told her was one of the most scenic routes in the country. “Let’s do the entire drive one day.”

 “We’ll take the Aventador,” Fox said. “It hugs the road like you do my cock when I’m inside you.”

“Fox.” She pushed at one muscled arm, to his wicked grin. “I cannot believe you just compared me to a car!”

“No, I compared the car to you,” he pointed out, one hand on the steering wheel, the big SUV moving so smoothly it appeared an extension of his body. “She gives me a sweet ride, but nothing comes close to my Molly.”

Her heart turned to goo.

“As for your driving,” he said, while she fought the urge to crawl over and distract him from the road, “I’ll set you up with a car and a driver until you’re comfortable on your own.” Reaching out, he tapped her cheek. “I don’t want you feeling trapped.”

Molly’s instinct was to say no, but she knew that was pride talking.

“I take care of what’s mine,” Fox said when she didn’t answer, his tone uncompromising as he pulled off the highway and into a parking spot that overlooked the beach. Switching off the engine, he turned to brace his arm along the back of her seat. “Don’t make an issue out of this.”

Molly hadn’t been about to until that last statement. “I’ll make an issue out of anything I please,” she said, the sound of the waves splashing to shore a gentle contrast to the tension in the vehicle. “Giving orders isn’t the way to get me to agree to anything.”

Fox’s scowl didn’t fade. “You know what I’m like. Did you really think I’d leave you to navigate a new city alone? Especially when you’re going to be dealing with all the other crap that comes with being with me?”

She dropped her head back against the seat and into his hand. “No, of course not, but”—turning, she poked her finger into his chest—“you can’t talk to me like that. I won’t take it.”