Lust & Love
he warned darkly.
He ripped the t-shirt completely over her head in one violent, aggressive motion, tossing it onto the floor. Hazel shoved at his chest with both hands, nails raking down his sweater, but he was already yanking the soaked black fabric off his own body in one brutal tug. The heavy sweater landed with a wet slap on the floorboards, revealing the hard, rain-slicked planes of his chest and the rigid cut of his abs. His dark jeans and boxers followed in a single impatient shove down his hips, his thick, heavy cock springing free—already rock-hard, flushed dark, and pulsing with raw fury.