Somehow he managed to find enough control to roll on another condom, grasp his cock, align it with her liquid center and thrust into her heat. So good. So fucking good. His balls were tight and his spine tingled from imminent release. Looking to make it last, he rolled them over so she was on top of him, her hair covering her face until she gathered it up in a move that put her luscious breasts on display.

Slim reached up to tease her nipples, pinching just tight enough to make her dark eyes go wide with surprise and desire. Not to mention what happened when her internal muscles clamped down on his cock. “Ride me, baby. Make me come.”

“Maybe I ought to torture you the way you tortured me.”

“Do whatever you want.” Slim dropped his hands to the pillow. “I’m all yours.” As he said the words, he realized it was absolutely true. He was hers. Watching her move above him, her hair long and wild, her lips swollen from their kisses and her breasts swaying with every movement of her hips, brought him quickly to the edge of release. He tried to hold back, but then she came again, and he couldn’t stop the inevitable.

With his hands on her hips to anchor her, he surged into her, their eyes meeting in a moment of perfect unity that he’d never forget.

Exhausted, she fell forward onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, their hearts beating together in an erratic, choppy rhythm that matched their uneven breathing. She pulsed around him, aftershocks rippling through her body and into his.

“I want to be tortured by you more often,” he said, drawing a laugh from her.

“I went easy on you.”

“I like your brand of easy.” He kissed her forehead. “In fact, I like everything about you.”

“Everything?”

“Every damned thing.”

“Wow, that’s a whole lotta like.”

“It sure is.” After a pause, he said, “I’m still hoping I might convince you to come back to Florida with me on New Year’s Day.”

“I’d like to. I hope you know that.”

“Why do I sense a ‘but’?”

“The ‘but’ has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m starting to feel settled here. I’ve got friends and a life and responsibilities to the town. Even if they’re minor, they’re still mine. I’ve been sort of drifting for a long time, and I finally feel anchored again. I’m not sure I’m ready to give that up yet, even for something as wonderful as what I have with you.”

His stomach sank with disappointment, even if he understood what she was saying. “So you’re really going to make me wait months to see you again? I can’t even convince you to come for a long weekend?”

“I… Sure. Maybe.”