He moved, then pushed against her again, and again. She clung to him so tightly and they fit together so perfectly he couldn’t think straight. It was exquisite torture as he moved faster and faster and she matched him, her fingers digging sharply into the channel of his spine and then lower as she grabbed his ass which would have made him smile if he hadn’t been so focused on her.

They strained against one another, over and over until finally she arched up off the bed and closed her eyes as she cried out.

But his own control slipped and he thrust home one more time as his climax rocketed through his entire body searing his brain in a white haze of pleasure.

When he could breathe again, he realized he’d collapsed on her and she probably couldn’t breathe. He shifted his weight and her arms tightened briefly before letting go.

He climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom, getting rid of the condom.

When he came back Yael was curled up under the covers watching him with big eyes.

“Want me to sleep in the other room?” he asked softly.

She shook her head.

That was all the permission he needed.

He flicked off the hall light and climbed into bed. Lay on his back because of his stupid cast and pulled her against him. She was warm. Her cheek rested on his chest, her leg hooked over his thigh. Her skin was soft as velvet and blew his mind.

That had been spectacular sex. He wondered if she’d enjoyed it as much as he had or if he’d added to her list of disappointments.

His good arm tightened around her and she snuggled closer, her scent filling his senses. He felt her pulse slow and her breath deepen. He drifted off slowly, wanting round two but knowing they both needed sleep.

Yael slipped from beneath the covers and used the bathroom. That had been the most incredible sex of her life but she had no intention of mentioning that to Shane. She suspected sex was always like that for him. Energetic, sweaty, intense—with women, as he’d pointed out in one of their first conversations, always wanting more from him than he was willing to give. She’d known he’d ruin her for anyone else but she hadn’t known how deeply being with him would affect her. How desperately she’d want more of him…

Pathetic.

Just as predicted.

She didn’t want to wake him so she grabbed her pajama top off the floor and crept downstairs to put away the pizza and set up that internet search for the convicted felon, which she’d meant to do before falling asleep.