His grin widened. It was his turn to pick up the rhythm of the ocean outside and slam home again and again. He was so strong that he inched her across the big bed, but she loved it. She let go of all control, matching his thrusts with thrusts of her own hips. Their bodies slapped together, sweaty and slick, over and over until she couldn’t think. Heck. She could barely see.

His body was big. Hard. Muscular, flexing against hers. He smelled like mint toothpaste and clean, male musk. Like the forests he ran around in.

She relished how safe and protected he made her feel. He was her bulwark against the world. Nothing could hurt her if he was here with her like this. One with her.

She cried out, arching up off the mattress, hanging on to Griffin’s broad shoulders for all she was worth as pleasure ripped through her.

With a shout, Griffin surged one last time inside her, and the last of his control was torn away.

Where she ended and Griffin began, she had no idea. He completely drained her at the same time he completely filled her soul.

Gradually, by slow degrees, she regained awareness of her fingers and toes. She wiggled them experimentally. Yep. Still there.

She registered the way his chest pressed against hers. The way his breath stirred strands of her hair against her cheek. The way her body cushioned his.

They fit.

Not just physically, although they were a crazy perfect match for each other in that way.

It felt right to be here with him like this. It felt like…home.

Griffin swore quietly and rolled off her, dragging her with him to sprawl half across his chest. “Sorry. I was too, umm, lost in enjoyment to realize I was crushing you. You should have said something,” he muttered.

“It was nice.”

“You’re too polite.”

“I’m not being polite. It was nice.”

He dropped a lazy kiss on the top of her head. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I might have been a little too…enthusiastic…there at the end.”

“Do you hear me complaining? That was amazing, and I feel fantastic.”

“Well, okay then. I guess I won’t wallow in any more performance anxiety.”

She laughed a little. “Trust me. You’ve got nothing to worry about in that department.”

“Man, you’re good for my ego.”

She punched his arm lightly, and he chuckled.

Silence fell between them. She was shocked at how comfortable it was just to lie here with him like this. No words were necessary. It was enough to be lazy together in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

She might have dozed a little, even. It was the best rest she’d had in ages. For the first time in months, she was completely relaxed. She’d had no idea how badly she needed this. Honestly, she felt like a new person.