Lust coursed through him like a forest fire out of control. He forced himself to go slow and enjoy her, wrapping his hands around her small ankles and then gliding them up her calves, over her knees, along her thighs. Dipping his head, he nibbled her hip bone, wandering across her abdomen to the other hip.

She held her breath, her abdomen tight.

He grinned and planted his mouth right where they both wanted it, sucking hard.

She cried out and arched against him, her clit safely in his mouth. He released her and then tore the panties off with his teeth, returning to what was rapidly becoming his favorite treat. She was wet and ready, but his control wasn’t firmly in place, so he wanted her wetter and more ready.

He slipped one finger inside her, and her body sucked him in, surrounding him with wet heat. His groan was heartfelt. Desire sparked down his spine to land in his balls. He licked her again, inserting another finger, giving her enough pressure to drive her nuts and drawing out her pleasure until she couldn’t take any more.

She gyrated against him, making incoherent noises. “Wolfe. Please.”

He crisscrossed his fingers inside her, reached up and lightly pinched one nipple, then sucked her clit back into his mouth. She flew apart against him, mewling, impressive waves taking her body. He eased her down, smiled at her soft mumbling, and then stood.

She made another sound, a sweet one, when he rolled on the condom. Then she reached for him.

The sight of her doing so, of her wanting him, accepting him, would stay with him forever. He grasped her now pliable thighs and widened them, sliding his knees onto the bed.

He gripped her hips, his fingers extending across her ass and his thumbs tucked into her hipbones, lifting her lower half off the bed. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.

She did so, balancing her weight on her shoulders, her sunshine-colored hair spread out on his bed and her butt in the air. He kept her gaze, pressing against her entrance, slowly and surely penetrating her. Pulsating wet heat surrounded him, stretching and easing as he kept pushing, his balls drawing up tight.

Finally, he’d completely impaled her, groin to groin. Hunger filled her luminous eyes. She was open and vulnerable to him, but the feet pressing into his back held strength. “You okay?” he asked. “Your shoulders and neck?”

“I’m perfect,” she whispered, so beautiful it hurt to look at her.

Yeah. She was. He tightened his grip, enjoyed the widening of her eyes, and then pulled out to power back inside her. She gasped and tightened around him, her hands digging into the comforter.

Oh yeah. She was ready.

So he let himself go. Hard and fast, he hammered into her, holding tight to her hips and pulling her in to meet his thrusts. Her breasts bounced and he watched, entranced.