“Get them off,” she begged when his hands roamed over her, cupping her breasts, then moved down her stomach to tease the skin between her jacket and trousers, only to go back up again, making her squirm with want. “Please, Merrick.” “Fuck. Say my name like that again,” he rasped as his fingers dug into her hips. “Merrick,” she whispered. “Merrick, Merrick, Merrick.”
