His eyebrows rose. “Want another one?” He moved to bend down.

“No.” She held up a hand. “I want you. All of you.”

His eyes darkened, and he shoved his jeans off, freeing himself.

She grinned, her body on fire for him. “Glad to see you’re in proportion.” Truth be told, the guy was huge.

“Smart-ass.” He leaned over and drew a condom out of the bedside table.

She sat up, reaching for him.

“Later. Want to be inside you now.” He quickly rolled it on and moved her up the bed, covering her.

This was too good to be true. She explored his chest, the whipped cream starting to dry and get sticky. “Your bed will be a mess.”

“Then let’s make it good.” Somehow, he found the can and sprayed more whipped cream across her chest.

She laughed, widening her legs; she hadn’t expected Wolfe to be fun, just mind-blowing.

He pressed against her, sliding the head of his cock through her wetness, and she stopped laughing. Even after her orgasm, she was tight, and her body tried to resist his size. Pleasure and pain caught her, and she panted, then held her breath.

His gaze kept hers, dark and intense, as he pushed inside her inch by inch, filling her until she wasn’t sure where she began and he ended.

Finally, he stopped, deep inside her. Fully taking her. This was more than fun and more than friendship, but she couldn’t land on the right feeling.

As if sensing her sudden vulnerability, he caressed her jawline. “Deep breaths, baby.”

She took a deep breath, and the craving inside her intensified, pleasure overtaking the pain.

“There we go.” Shadows deepened the strong hollows of his face, and his eyes blazed as darkness finished falling outside. He moved within her, and she bit her lip against a moan at the delicious friction.

He eased out and pushed back in, watching her closely. She dug her nails into the rigid muscles of his arms, his movements increasing in strength and speed and rocketing need through her body. The room smelled like whipped cream and male, and she held tighter, each thrust of his powerful body pressing him against her still engorged clit.

Pressure built, live wires uncoiled, and he hammered harder, his concentration almost intimidating. She had to shut her eyes and just let the colors take her away. Spasms of raw pleasure burst from her core, spreading throughout her body, making her toes curl. She whispered his name, overtaken, shocked by the intensity.

He kept powering into her, faster and even harder, and then came with a husky groan. His head dropped to her nape, and his chest panted.

Whoa. She tried to breathe normally, overwhelmed. This wasn’t just sex.

He lifted his head and slowly licked whipped cream from her collarbone to her ear. His voice was a pleased rumble. “You’re all sticky. Let’s take this to the shower.”