Dana felt the change in him the second it happened. He stopped pretending to let her direct the kiss and took over, as in really took over. Somehow, she ended up on her back on the bed, all of that muscle and strength and raw heat over her, his mouth working hers like he was starving.

She was frantic, caressing his ripped arms, wanting to touch him everywhere.

In a move of easy strength, he rolled them, landing on his back and planting her on his groin. She pressed down and arched her back, biting her lip against the exquisite agony. She dropped forward, her hands flattened on his hard chest, nowhere near to covering all the muscle.

Finally.

She traced cords and muscles, her fingers dipping into healed bullet holes, knife wounds, and burns on his side.

He glanced down, his voice rough. “I’ve had a bit of damage.”

“You’re perfect.” She meant it. Humming, rubbing against his erection, she leaned over and kissed his collarbone, nipping near his neck before sitting back up and gyrating against him.

He palmed her breasts, rolling both nipples and shooting lust straight to her core. “Slow down,” he murmured.

“Not a chance.” She scraped her nails down his abs, wanting to lick and count each ripple.

“Dana.” He punctuated the word by tugging on her nipples with more than a hint of bite.

She stilled, sparks uncoiling in her abdomen, her gaze slashing to his. Dark hunger made his eyes glow like those of a tiger out for the hunt, watching prey, ready to spring. His impossibly ripped body pulsed beneath her, his power barely banked.

“We’ve gone slow enough,” she gasped. If she didn’t get him inside her now, she was going to lose her mind.

The muscles in his corded neck swelled. His biceps bunched, providing warning as he lifted her easily and set her on her back. He hooked his thumbs in her waistband, pressed her knees up and together, and tugged the remaining clothing off, leaving her completely nude to his gaze. “Ah, baby.”

In one smooth move, he rolled from the bed to his knees, jerked her ankles apart and pulled her toward him.

Then his mouth found her.

He sucked. Hard.

She arched, crying out, clinging to the bedspread as Wolfe apparently decided to stop going slow. He went at her like a starving man, one hand palming both her buttocks and lifting her against his mouth, his tongue lashing her clit with unrelenting purpose.

Waves of pleasure pummeled her, spiraling out from his talented mouth. He played her body like he’d created it.

She frantically patted the bed, secured a pillow, and planted it over her face, biting the soft cotton. Her mind fuzzed, electricity zinging behind her eyes.