Shit. Please don’t let her put the brakes on now. Blue balls would be uncomfortable, but not getting the opportunity to touch her, lick her body everywhere and feel what it was like to be inside her would be torture. But if she said stop. He would.

“Is the door locked?” she asked instead.

Relief flowed through him as he hurried to lock it and pull the blinds closed further. “It is now.”

Then returning to her, he climbed back between her legs, kissing her again. He could kiss her all night. Her mouth was soft and welcoming. Her lips were juicy and delicious and the way her tongue danced with his—it was like they’d been kissing one another for years. An unsettling familiarity, a startling connection that vibrated between their mouths continued throughout his entire body as he rocked his pelvis against hers.

Wetness escaped the tip of his cock as he pressed against her underwear. She was wet, too, and the thought that she was so willing, so ready for him nearly put him over the edge.

“These need to go,” he said, reaching for the waistband and yanking them down to her knees.

She wiggled her legs, moving the fabric lower then kicking them off one foot. They fell to the floor next to his.

Erika Sheraton was naked beneath him and he’d never have expected it in a million years.

He took a moment to appreciate every inch of her, every curve, every hollow. He let his hands slowly trail the length of her sides, appreciating the smooth hourglass shape, then across her flat stomach, circling the gorgeous belly button, then up her rib cage to squeeze her beautiful breasts once more. His cock throbbed with need as his hands moved lower again, retracing the path back to her hips and then down her sexy, muscular thighs and back toward the opening between her legs.

Her body trembled on the cot beneath him, and the desire reflecting in her dark eyes had them looking almost black as she took in every inch of him. “You really have filled out,” she said, her eyes on his cock.

“And you keep getting more and more beautiful by the second.” He allowed one finger to dip inside her wet folds. “And so revealingly wet.”

Shit, she was just as ready for him as he was for her.

“I want you inside me,” she said, arching her back to raise her pelvis against his hand, seeking release of her own.

“Now?” he asked.

She nodded frantically, reaching for his arms and pulling him back down against her. She kissed him hard as his cock settled between her folds, rubbing up and down against her clit.

Damn, she was sexy. Erika Sheraton was sexy. Words he’d never thought would be racing through his mind just seconds before he was inside of her.