“You do realize I can’t offer you anything permanent. One night, that’s it.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” She silenced him with a kiss, knowing she was acting even crazier than usual, but after the strife of the last year, she needed relief. Pleasure.

To feel something other than the forced happiness to hide the stress and anxiety.

She plastered herself against him, her fingers clutching at his broad shoulders, practically climbing him in her eagerness. He held her, his hands grabbing her ass and giving her a boost to reach that yummy mouth of his.

The passion wasn’t one sided.

He kissed her, his lips hard and commanding, but at the same time gentle. Coaxing her mouth to open that his tongue might tease. But soon all the hot embraces couldn’t stop the raging desire.

She whispered against his mouth, “Let’s get rid of these clothes.”

He groaned. “This is such a bad idea.”

“Would you like to stop?” She had to respect his wishes after all.

His eyes blazed, the darkness of them almost glowing orange. Holy smokes. Was she glimpsing his passion? How sexy.

“I want you,” was all he replied. His fingers were deft as he stripped them both because she got distracted by the hard planes of his body. Her hands skimmed over his flesh, knotted with muscles, but also some scars.

“What happened to you?”

“Work hazard,” he murmured, finishing the removal of her clothes. Down on his haunches by her feet, he stared up at her.

She was so damned wet, and she would have sworn he knew it in the way he purred, “Delicious.”

He rose, inches and inches of man. Naked. His shaft jutting. Oh, the size.

She only got a glimpse before he bracketed her with his arms and had her back against a wall. His thigh pushed at the seam of her legs, and she parted them. He inserted himself and pressed against her. She gasped as she ground his thigh against her. His mouth caught her panting breath.

While they kissed, she touched him all over. Wide shoulders. Bulging arms. Thick chest.

His hands slid down her body, skimming over her back to her waist, then her hips, and finally he gripped her thighs. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist in invitation. He got the hint. He wedged a hand between their bodies, cupping her mound before dipping a finger.

He stroked her, and she moaned in soft pleasure. Panted as he rubbed her, faster and faster. Then he stopped the friction against her clit to slip his finger into her ready sex.

She clamped down hard on it, and it was his turn to groan. “Fuck me, I need a taste.”

He dropped to his knees, and he showed her heaven was a real place as he licked her so good she came so hard she found herself fisting his hair. “Sorry.”