His name tearing off her lips like that made his own body clench and tighten and he jerked back. She gave a cry of disappointment, but he ignored it and made fast work of pulling her pants down her other leg and tossing them somewhere behind him. Ty stood up and with one hand slipped his finger inside her again to keep her hot and wet and eye-rolling eager, while he dug in his pocket with his free hand for a condom.

Holding the packet in his mouth, he undid his jeans and shoved them and his boxer briefs down one-handed. They got to about his knees and he figured they would fall on their own after that. Using his teeth, he opened the condom and managed to get it rolled on his erection all while still stroking inside Imogen. Pleased with his multitasking skills, Ty finished securing the condom then took Imogen’s hands, which had been fluttering around by his waist, and gripped them together. He raised her arms up over her head, wrists together, flat against the wall.

When she would have protested, he swallowed her words with a kiss, one that tasted of her arousal. He loved to kiss a woman after his mouth had been between her thighs. He loved to give her a taste of her own desire, loved the woman who took it, enjoyed it, appreciated it. Imogen clearly did, her tongue slipping into his mouth, kissing him feverishly and eagerly. Ty nudged her legs a little apart with his feet, stepping out of his jeans as he did, enjoying the feel of her hips arching to bump against his, her nipples taut and thrust forward for his attention.

“Go up on your toes, Emma Jean.”

He knew she wouldn’t protest, that she would do it. But she would ask why, and she did.

“Why?” she asked, even as she obeyed and raised herself up on her toes, providing him with a gorgeous view, her arms up, her breasts heaving with her rapid breathing, her hips and legs long and sensual.

“It makes the angle better.” Ty brought his erection between her legs and moved it slowly up and down over her folds. “Open yourself for me.”

“Are you really going to penetrate me while I’m standing against this wall?”

“Yes. For a minute or two.”

“I find that exciting.”

“Me, too. Now open yourself for me,” he demanded, rougher this time. He wanted inside her and it was sheer torture to feel her slickness over his head, lubricating the condom and teasing him with all the warmth she would provide.

“You don’t really have to, you know,” she said, eyes half-closed. “You just push it in and that usually works just fine. A rather clever design, actually, that it remains closed until in use, but no complicated system is required to—”

Imogen yelped when Ty bit her nipple.