She stood on tiptoes and captured his mouth again, and all waiting was over. He wanted her now, and the frantic, demanding way she was devouring his lips revealed she wanted him just as much.

Lifting her, he wrapped her legs around his waist and backed her toward the cot. He placed her on top of the uncomfortable mattress and fell on top of her. She immediately reached for him again, clenching his shirt in her hands as she held him glued to her body.

His penis strained against the fabric of his underwear and ski pants. It had been months since he’d been with a woman and that in itself could be blamed for the intensity of his hard-on, but he knew not just anyone would have this effect on him. Erika was by far the most tempting, beautiful woman he’d ever met. The fact that they had a shared history had this new connection sparking more intense, uncontrollable flames of desire. Despite never being close friends, she knew him and he knew her. They’d spent one night together, united by a common fear and hurt, connecting in a way that he’d effectively pushed aside all these years.

He separated her legs with his and placed his hardness against her. Their thick ski pants making it impossible to get any relief from the aching throbbing.

Less clothes. Right away.

She moaned, raising her hips higher to grind against him.

Fuck. He wanted her so bad.

She wasn’t hesitating or second-guessing or making him hesitate or second-guess. They both wanted this.

He pushed harder against her, seeking some form of relief, but the ache just grew stronger. Her frantic kisses, her tongue circling his and her hands all over his body had the intensity and urgency dialed all the way up.

Struggling for a breath, he broke away from her mouth and kissed her neck. The soft smell of her jasmine-scented perfume made it hard to think as his tongue licked along her flesh. Goose bumps surfaced on her exposed skin and she swallowed hard. “How bad do you want me?” she asked, the words coming out a strangled sound. Her hands had dipped lower to his waist and she was tickling his exposed abs by trailing her fingers delicately across his skin.

“Bad,” he whispered against her ear, feeling her body tremble. “Can I have you?”

The reply was torturously slow in coming, but as she slid her hands higher beneath his shirt and started pulling it off over his head, his cock spasmed with the knowledge that soon it would be buried deep inside her. Her eagerness for him was such a turn-on.