Wrapping an arm around her waist, he drew her back against him, watching her in the silver-framed mirror above the mahogany chest. Her head lolled back against his shoulder while he touched her, tracing the scalloped edge of her blue lace panties. He kissed her hair, his eyes never leaving her reflection, visible thanks to the light of a desk lamp in the sitting area behind them. She trembled against him.

“I’ve missed you.” He spoke into her ear, knowing from her flushed cheeks she was already close to the first orgasm. He remembered she was exquisitely sensitive. “I’ve missed this.”

He meant the passion between them, but he cupped her sex as he said it. She shivered hard, and her nipples beaded.

“Please, Gage,” she murmured softly, her hips swaying in a way that threatened his restraint.

He obliged her by skimming aside the panties. Finding the tight bud between her legs. Circling the slick heat.

She went still, her lips parting. She reached back to grip his thigh, her fingers clenching tight until the sweet, convulsive shudders began. Seeing her come apart filled him with hunger, even as a new, fierce protectiveness surged.

When the shudders subsided, she turned into him and he lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the king-size bed. Raking back the white duvet, he settled her in the middle of the mattress before he went to get condoms from his toiletry bag.

He returned to the bed to find her propped against the gray leather headboard, hugging a white pillow to her chest as she watched him come toward her. As he set the condoms on the nightstand, she tossed aside the pillow and dragged him down beside her, her arms locked around his neck.

She was so damned sexy.

With an effort, he managed to strip off his boxers. She arched up off the bed to kiss her way around his chest, interspersing gentle bites while he rolled a condom into place.

Levered above her, he positioned himself between her thighs, and their gazes locked. He caressed her cheek before running his thumb along her lower lip. Then, finally, he eased inside her. Inch by incredible inch, he lost himself in Elena.

Wrapping her legs around him, she anchored her ankles behind his hips. They moved together with the rhythm of two people who’ve memorized one another’s bodies. They started slowly at first, and then picked up the pace, revisiting all the touches that drove one another wild.

For a while, she wanted to be on top, teasing him with her long hair by dragging it across his sensitized skin. Later, she rolled underneath him so she could trace the patterns of his tattoos with her fingers. The movements were intensely seductive and familiar at the same time, calling down memories he wasn’t ready for.