She reached between their bodies, gripping his erection in her fist. His hips bucked. His hot flesh felt like velvet over steel, and she passed her hand up his shaft and back down, relishing his power and hunger. She loved that she did this to him.

Taking her time, she guided him inside, loving every single hot, hard inch of him filling her. Griffin watched her like a hawk, his gaze never leaving her face.

It was erotic as heck being in control of their lovemaking like this. She had no doubt he could seize control any time he wanted, but he seemed to enjoy letting her take the lead this morning. When he was buried to the hilt, she rocked her hips a little.

“Mmm. Nice,” she murmured.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the big bad SEAL sounded a little breathless. She did that to him? Sweet.

She moved again. A little more forcefully. Oh. That was very nice, indeed. She lifted herself half off his shaft and then plunged down. Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure smashed through her. Ooh. She had to do that again!

She matched the rhythm of the waves outside. Up. Pause. Down. Shudder. Her internal muscles gripped Griffin’s flesh convulsively, pulling him even deeper inside her. It was possibly the most erotic experience she’d ever had.

Again and again she repeated the maneuver, and each time the pleasure ripping through her was almost too much.

She slammed down again, but this time she couldn’t contain the pleasure any longer. It exploded into an orgasm, tearing her apart from head to toe and fingertip to fingertip. She cried out and fell forward, bracing her palms on Griffin’s solid chest.

His arms swept around her and he rolled quickly, reversing their positions. His forearms landed on either side of her head, and he stared down at her, his eyes glazed with desire.

“Hang on, baby.”

She wrapped her arms around his broad chest, and her legs around his narrow hips. She stared up at him, drinking in the sight of his facial muscles contorted with the intensity of the pleasure pounding through him. His eyes were black, the deep blue of his irises completely subsumed by the lust raging between them.

He withdrew a little way and then slammed home.

“Oh God. Yes,” she groaned. “Again.”

He obliged and started to withdraw again, but she was having none of that and her hips surged up against his as she gripped him more tightly with her legs.

Griffin laughed a little. “I’m not going anywhere. Trust me. I’m right where I want to be.”

“Show me,” she demanded.