His lips were right there, so close she could feel the heat of his breath. “Then I better make this good because I never like to disappoint a lady.”

One palm found the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and he forced her down. Their mouths met and Lisa worried her whole body was about to go up in flames. He kissed her over and over, moving her with ease as though this was something they’d done a million times. There was nothing awkward about it. She followed his lead and soon enough his tongue ran along her lower lip and she let him in. Warmth filled her as their tongues played and she could feel his dick rubbing, working her right where she needed it. His free hand played, exploring her back and all the way down to the cheeks of her ass. He gave her a squeeze and then began to direct her, rolling his hips up while his tongue plunged in.

“Rub yourself against me, chèrie. Make yourself come. I want to watch you because I’m not sure how long I’m going to last once I get inside you. Make it good. Show me how much you want my cock.”

That wasn’t a hardship at all. She held on, bracing her hands on his broad shoulders as she rubbed against his erection. The denim of his jeans rasped against her clit, but it felt good. So good. Her whole body was on the edge and then she saw him watching her, his eyes trained on her face even as she could feel his cock pulsing beneath the grind of her hips. He wasn’t lost in sensation. He was lost in her. Something about his focus sent her right over the edge, pure pleasure pounding through her.

She didn’t want it to end, but she had to breathe, had to pause as she threatened to go boneless in his arms.

“That’s what I wanted. That’s all I needed from you.” He kissed her and with effortless ease, stood, lifting her into his arms. “Well, not all. I think I’m definitely going to need to get inside you and soon, but look at me.”

She glanced up and he was staring down at her. “Yes, Sir?”

“I misjudged you,” he said. “I won’t do it again. I meant what I said about going home, but don’t think this isn’t a special time for me. I want to be with you until I leave, and I’ll think about you for the rest of my life. Can that be enough for you?”

She brought her hand up, needing to touch him, to feel that scruff under her skin. “Yes.”