Oh, he needed no second invitation at all. He stepped up and entered her from behind, loving the way she groaned in pleasure as he impaled her. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back against him in time with his thrusts, watching where their bodies joined until it was too much for him to bear without exploding.

Her ass was juicy and firm as it slammed into him. Her back, the inward curve of her waist, the slender length of her spine—they were so damned perfect he didn’t think he would ever tire of the sight of them. The thought that they were his made him so horny he completely lost control of his desire again and slammed into her mindlessly, faster and faster, harder and harder, holding her still and open to take all of him as he rammed into her, balls deep.

Sherri buried her face against her upper arm, biting her biceps to keep from screaming as he made her his.

She came so hard her legs buckled, and he held her up by her hips as he slammed home. The orgasm that ripped through him was so powerful he actually blacked out for a moment. It was as if a giant electrical shock had passed through his entire being, pleasure so intense it bordered on painful.

Gradually, awareness of water running over his body returned. Of shower walls. Of holding Sherri’s hips in his hands. Of the aftershocks zinging through him, one after another.

He helped Sherri straighten and soaped up her body for her again. It was as much a massage as a bath, and she stood quietly under his ministrations, utterly relaxed. He knew the feeling.

Unfortunately, the real world called. They both had places to go and things to do.

Man, what he wouldn’t give to spend about a month with her, stranded in the middle of nowhere with nothing else to do but explore the myriad ways he could possess her body, mind, and heart.

Whoa. Heart and mind? What was up with that?

“You get out first,” she murmured lazily. “Us girls always take longer in the showers than you guys.”

“Why is that?” he asked, quickly rinsing off the last of the soap and Sherri.

“More hair to wash and a higher percentage of our bodies to shave if we’re going to be all smooth and sexy for the boys.”

“Honey, you could come to me covered in mud without having seen a razor in weeks, and I’d still want you like crazy.”

He dropped a quick kiss on her mouth and forced himself to leave the shower before he had to have her again. Nope, she wasn’t a fire in his blood. She was a full-on addiction.

He was in huge trouble.

Chapter 10