They rolled around for several minutes during which he kissed her neck, her breasts—anything he could reach—before she ended up on top. He loved the sight of her straddling him so much he was pretty sure it was his idea. But it might’ve been hers. As everything intensified, he’d lost track of who was instigating what. He just knew he’d never been this drunk on desire.

Her gaze locked with his as she began to move, very slowly, almost experimentally at first, and then with more intent.

“That’s it,” he said when he could tell how much she was enjoying herself. “How does it feel?”

“It’s good,” she replied breathlessly. “Better than good.” She began to rock harder and faster.

“Let go,” he said. “Don’t hold back.”

Her eyes slid closed. “You’re perfect at this,” she told him.

He put his hands on her thighs to guide and support her so she wouldn’t tire too quickly—and felt his pulse go crazy when she threw her head back and began to ride him in earnest.

“You’ve got it,” he said, mesmerized by the emotions playing out on her face.

She moaned in response, and her gasps grew in frequency and volume as she drew closer to climax.

“Yes. You’re almost there.” Tobias had to let go of her thighs and start clinging to the bedding. He was using every mind trick he knew not to ruin this for her—and was infinitely relieved when the sounds she made changed from what he would interpret as so close to hell, yes!

He’d made it. But he didn’t have time to savor the victory. He could feel his muscles contract as his own climax rose inside him and rolled through the rest of his body—all the more powerful because he’d struggled to hold on for so long.

When it was over, she stayed where she was, staring down at him as they both caught their breath.

“Wow,” she said when she was ready to speak. “That might’ve been the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Flattered even though he wasn’t sure he had a right to take all the credit, he smiled. “It’s been a tough few months, so it’s no wonder. You were due.”

“It wasn’t just that,” she said. “It was you.”

He reached up to pull her down beside him, but something off to the side must’ve caught her eye because a look of surprise came over her face—and then a look of horror.

“What is it?” he asked.

She scrambled off the bed, nearly tripping on the blankets.

“Harper?”

She didn’t respond. With a desperate, strangled sound, she grabbed her phone from where it must’ve fallen out of the pocket of her sweats when she kicked them off and quickly tapped on the screen.