Finally, he came up to her lips. Licking into her mouth, he settled on her with his full weight, his bare chest on hers, their legs intertwining. Together, they found a rhythm, an erotic arch and retreat that sexed her up until she was gasping and so was he.

“Please…Vin…”

As he kissed her, his hand eased down her hip and over her thigh, then brushed across the stretch of her panties. “I need to feel you—” he said.

She took his forearm and pushed down, moving his fingers to her core, dragging them across her covered heat. As she shuddered and let her legs fall to the sides even more, he took his mouth to her breast and suckled at her…while he rubbed at what covered her.

“More,” she said.

Slipping under the delicate edge, he found her softness and cursed hard, his body snapping tight from head to foot, his teeth gritting, the cords in his neck tightening up starkly.

“Oh…Christ…” he said. “Oh…damn.”

Abruptly, he pulled back and looked down at himself.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

“I think I just had an orgasm.”

As he flushed, she started to smile and couldn’t stop. “You did?”

He shook his head at her. “Right, okay, that’s not a good thing at a time like this. Five minutes from now? Perfect. At this moment? Not so hot.”

“Well, it makes me feel sexy,” she said, smoothing her hand down his face.

“You don’t need any help with that.”

Marie-Terese let her touch slide slowly over his chest and his hard stomach, then down farther, over his belt and onto his…

Vin threw his head back and moaned, his pecs flexing, his torso curving up. “Shit.”

Moving her palm up and down on his erection, she tucked her face into his neck and bit down a little. “I don’t think it’s going to slow you up much.”

His rib cage contracted, breath shooting out of his mouth. “I gotta get naked.”

“I should hope so.”

His hands were rough on his belt and his fly, and his slacks hit the floor at the speed of light. Black briefs cupped his sex—barely. His erection was a long ridge crammed over to one side, the head fighting to get free of the waistband that held it in.

Before he could lie back, she reached out and tugged those briefs down his hard thighs, springing his arousal. He had orgasmed and the glossy, weeping tip of him made her even more ready for what was coming fast.