"Throwing her onto the king-sized bed she'd just bought to make more room for them both, he growled, "It's too late for sorry."
His hands went to her T-shirt and he pulled, ripping the fabric from top to bottom and exposing her heaving breasts. When he reached for the bra, she rolled away from him.
"The shirt I don't care about, but smart men know to never mess with a big girl's bra." She quickly removed the lacy lingerie and threw it to the floor.
"I want you," he said, slowly, "naked now." While she'd dealt with her bra, he'd shucked his pants and T-shirt.
She sucked in her breath, as she took in his caramel skin and sculpted muscles. Tao made every athlete in the history of time look like they never went to the gym. He'd been born that way; tall, strong, stalwart and a gentleman everywhere but in the bedroom.
Before she could blink, he was on her, battling with the waistband of her pants, his breathing ragged and punctuated by hoarse growls. "I want to kill these pants," he said as they refused to release their hold on her.
She slipped her[...]"
