He dropped his mouth to hers and started grinding his hips against hers. He went even deeper and had her gasping, her fingers scratching over his back. His pelvic bone found her clit, and she moaned.

He swallowed down her sound as his tongue tangled with hers, pulling out halfway and pushing back in. Mary somehow went tight and loose at the same time. He picked up the pace, but he was never sharp; his strokes were almost round, dragging decadently against the right places. Her fingers slipped against his back, the hot air bearing down on them, both of them dizzily panting each other’s carbon dioxide. His stubble scraped her cheek as his face slotted in beside hers, the bed creaking beneath them, his breath in her ear. He still had one hand in her hair and the sharp sting of his tight fingers had her gasping in pleasure. He’d held her in place like this once before, when he’d whispered in her ear at the bar. She should have known then that he’d be this bossy in bed. God, she loved it.

“Can you come like this?” he asked her. “With me on top?”

“Sometimes. But usually it’s better if I’m on top.”

She’d barely gotten the sentence out before he was gripping her at her waist and rolling them. She was disoriented for a moment, the room spinning around her while she got her balance against him. She planted her hands at his chest and blinked down at the sight.

“Jeez, you’re hot,” she informed him. He wasn’t cut exactly, but he was strong and extremely well formed. His normal clothes made him look put-together and contained, but looking down at him now, bare chested, Mary was very aware that she had a completely uncivilized man inside of her. She glanced back, saw that his shorts and underwear were still bunched halfway down his legs, and it made her clamp down on him. He hadn’t even been able to wait to get completely naked. Why was that so freaking sexy?

He jutted his hips up under her, his hands tracing her waist, molding her breasts, tangling in her hair, tugging her down for a kiss. “Show me how you like it,” he muttered against her mouth.

She reached up and planted a hand against the wall over his head, bracing herself for the deep grind she started up almost immediately. She took him deep and then deeper. He swore and lifted his head only to bang it back down on the bed. She didn’t bother with putting on a show for him, or with teasing. Mary went straight for the gold. She found herself with her head tipped back toward the ceiling, one hand tangled with one of John’s, bracing her. She clawed at the wall as she grinded her hips back and forth on him, shamelessly using his body for her pleasure.