Sweat slicked both our skins and my blood hummed. It was so good, riding him, watching him, feeling him move beneath me. The determined expression on his face, the absolute focus on me. It was intense and perfect and my adrenaline surged. My knees dug into his sides, my body moving fast and sure. And his hands on me urged me on. Faster, harder, and more.

So much more.

Then he licked his fingertips and reached down between my legs, searching out my clit. Around and over he worked the tight bud, urging me higher and higher. When I came, I came hard. Stars burst behind my eyelids, pure sensation burst through me, breaking me apart. Fingers digging into my ass, he slammed himself up into me once, twice, three times more before slowly stilling.

Lucky for me, he didn’t seem to mind having me sprawled across his chest. His heart hammered beneath my ear and perspiration glued us together. The room seemed humid, smelling of sex. Eau de Ziggy and me. Fingers slid up and down my spine, but his eyelids remained closed. Everything was peaceful. After the rough last couple of days, it was exactly what I needed.

Traces of dark stubble lined his jaw, almost hiding a faint white scar. There was another on his shoulder. A couple on his chest.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.

“Nothing much. I’m just happy that you’re here.”

He opened his eyelids, resting an arm behind his head like a pillow. “I never stood a chance with you, did I?”

“How so?”

“Not only are you drop dead fucking gorgeous, you’re too damn sweet for words.”

“Oh, really? So you think I’m hot when I’m mooching around in sweats with no makeup and crappy hair?”

“You mean when you’re all relaxed and chilling at home, baking shit and reading books?” he asked. “I’m delighted to tell you you’re insanely hot then. But of course you’re also hot when you’re on a shoot and made up to the nines with your hair all fancy. And when you’ve just come so hard you almost broke my dick, you are scorching hot.”

I did not blush. The room was just warm.

“Face it, you’re hot all the time. It’s the truth.”

“Hmm. I think you’re biased.”

“I think I’m the lucky bastard that gets to worship the ground a benevolent goddess walks on.” The look in his eyes was most meaningful. Amused, almost.

“I knew it.” I rose up, letting him slide out of me. When I tried to climb off the bed, however, he grabbed my wrist in a loose but unbreakable hold. “I knew you were listening when Lena and I were talking. Ziggy, that was a private conversation.”