“Stay right there,” he said. I shuddered as I heard foil ripping. There was a pause and then he smoothed his hands over my bottom, kneading the flesh. I cried out as he yanked the thin strip of material to the side. “I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking beautiful, Roxy.”

I closed my eyes, letting the words wash over me. In this moment, I never believed the words more than I did now.

“Oh God,” I panted, feeling him between my legs. His arm circled my waist again and he lifted me up until my toes barely touched the ground.

There was something irrevocably sensual about having sex still somewhat dressed and oddly, I felt more exposed than I ever did while naked. Those thoughts fled quickly as he rocked his hips against my rear, stopping as he slid in maybe an inch.

Then he slammed his hips forward, entering me swiftly and deeply, going as far I could take him. He surged inside me, forcing a scream of unfettered pleasure out of me.

“Hell, you’re so tight,” he said, sealing us together. “This way isn’t hurting you, is it?”

“No. No way. Not at all.” I swiveled my hips just in case he missed the point, and when he groaned, I did it again. “Please, Reece, I need it.”

“No.” He withdrew his hips, pulling out until only the head remained in. “This isn’t what you need.”

“Yes, it is. Like for real.”

He rocked those powerful hips, hitting that spot. “You need me. Not just my cock. Me.”

I wanted to scream my denial, but those words died on my tongue like ash. He pulled me back against him, forcing my weight onto my arms. His hand balled into my hair, twisting it until my head turned to the side. The kiss was hot and aggressive, enough to get me right to the edge and he knew it.

Stretched as I was and because of the height difference, I couldn’t move. Not even when he began to thrust fast and deep, setting a pace that pushed me to my limits. The hand in my hair let go and moved between my thighs.

“That’s it,” he urged, doing something truly shattering with his fingers at the juncture of my thighs. “Come for me.”

His deep thrusts, his words, and what he was doing with his hand sent me flying over the edge. Crying out, I reached up and over, dragging my fingers through the soft brush of his hair. The release rolled through me, one tumultuous wave after another. It was like every nerve ending had fired at once. My body trembled with the force, the beauty of it.

“God, I feel you coming,” he breathed. “It’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect.”