Her words were like gas on a simmering fire, igniting the kind of passion he wouldn’t have thought himself capable of before her, before this. Never had he felt so transported during sex. But this wasn’t just sex. It was far more than that, and having her soft body wrapped around his was becoming as necessary to him as oxygen. This was the kind of thing that came along once in a lifetime. This was the kind of thing people changed their lives to accommodate.

“Emma,” he whispered, her name like an oath on his lips.

She clung to him, her fingers digging into the muscles on his back, her legs wrapped around his hips and her breasts pressed tight against his chest.

As he drove into her, surrounded by her, engrossed in her, it still wasn’t enough. He wanted everything she had to give. He wanted to give her everything he had and then some. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and protect her and provide for her and Simone and maybe even have children of his own with her. And he’d known her a week.

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his lips hovering just above hers. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“Same here.” He withdrew from her, making her whimper from the sudden change of plan, and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing until it stood up tight and firm. Then he did the same to the other one before moving down to kiss her quivering belly.

“Gray…”

“Hmm?”

“What’re you… Oh… Oh God…”

He slid his fingers into her and caressed her clit with his tongue.

She squirmed under him, trying to get closer and to move things along. “I… I can’t…”

The nearly frantic tone of her voice spurred him on. He sucked her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue back and forth until he felt her inner muscles clamp down on his fingers.

All the air seemed to leave her body in one big exhale as she came, silently but forcefully.

Grayson moved quickly to trade his fingers for his cock and drove into her, triggering a second wave that was stronger than the first and took him with her in an explosive release that made him see stars and left him gasping for air in the aftermath. Christ have mercy.

He collapsed on top of her, and she welcomed him with her arms and legs wrapped tight around him, as if she couldn’t bear to let him go, which was totally fine with him.

“Wow,” she whispered after a long period of silence. Her heart beat so hard, he could feel it against his chest and against his lips, which covered the pulse point in her neck.

“Wow isn’t a big enough word for that.”