Insanity set in. He pushed her back against the wall and plunged as deep as he could into her mouth while she wound her arms around his neck and arched against him. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, her body. He ran greedy hands down her curved form. Was the door shut?

He checked. It wasn’t, and he kicked it.

“The pasta’s going to boil over,” she gasped.

“I don’t care,” he growled. Wait. Maybe he should.

Pulling away, she spun around a corner. He followed her into a miniscule kitchen, watched her turn off the small, apartment-sized stove, and then snatched her close again.

They had made love once. Once. And there were so many things he needed to do to her. Crouching, he ran his hands up her fabulous legs, underneath the gauzy skirt. Her breathing sawed unsteadily in the peaceful place. She staggered backward to lean against the cabinet while she ran her fingers through his hair.

She wore a pair of the panties he had bought for her, simple and white. He knotted both fists in the material and yanked it down.

“Say no if you need to,” he said. “Say it now.”

“God, no!” she exclaimed. Then, when he reared back his head, her face flooded with sensual laughter. “I meant I’m saying no to no… Damn it, yes.”

That was all he needed. The waistband of her skirt was elastic. He yanked that down too. Her body was beautifully made everywhere, the bone structure graceful and flowing. He rubbed his face in the tuft of tawny hair at the juncture between her thighs, inhaling her unique, feminine scent before exploring her with gentle, greedy fingers.

The breath left her hard, and the silken wetness of arousal coated his fingers. Wordlessly, he urged her to drape a leg across one of his shoulders. When she complied, it opened her up to him, and it was everything he had wanted over the past ten days, everything he had thought about.

She cried out when he put his mouth on her and licked along the tender, soft petals of her intimate flesh with careful urgency. Locating her clitoris, he suckled, teased, and stroked while inserting a finger into her tight sheath. He was ravenous for every inch of her, for every response.

“Josiah!”

<Reason number one why you should get over your phobia about telepathy,> he said in her head. <I can do this to you while I also tell you how delicious you taste. You’re gorgeous, unbelievably sexy, and you feel like silk. I can’t wait to get inside you.>

“Then do it,” she growled, yanking at his hair. “Get up here!”

<Not until you come,> he purred.

She swore, and he laughed and licked her harder until she hung over him and the slender muscles of her inner thighs trembled.

“It’s too intense,” she moaned. “I can’t take it.”