Only she didn’t react as if he’d shocked her. Instead she ran her hands into his hair, made fists, and drew him closer. He felt her body arch toward him, and in that moment, his need of her wiped every shred of reluctance from his mind. Erin. She had perspired all day while working with him. Her nipple was as salty as a potato chip and tasted even better. He had to suckle the other one, and he felt the vibrations from her moans of pleasure. At least, he hoped those were moans of pleasure, because she’d pushed him to the snapping point. He couldn’t have stopped himself then if he had tried.

Wyatt caught her behind the knees, scooped her into his arms, and all but fell with her onto their bedding, only narrowly missing Domino, who’d taken up squatting rights on his pillow. When he abandoned her breast to kiss her, she caught his face between her hands.

“There are two ground rules,” she told him. “One tap means that I want you to stop. Two taps means I enjoy what you’re doing and don’t want you to stop. Are we clear on that?”

Wyatt was so far gone at that point that he no longer cared about her tapping plan. The lantern was still on. As long as he could see her face, he was good. Now that he’d finally gone for the hook and swallowed it, she was stuck with him. He kissed her. It wasn’t one of those hello moments reserved for first kisses. He’d already said hello to her in his dreams a dozen times, and holding her in his arms was even more erotic than he had imagined. She opened sweetly for him. He could taste the lingering flavor of marshmallows on her tongue when she intertwined it with his. Passion, hot and fiery, coursed through his body in thought-obliterating waves. His body screamed for release, he went after her breasts again, and she began double-tapping his shoulder, his arms, and his back. That was all the go-ahead he needed.

He wasn’t sure how he got rid of his boots and pants. He only knew he felt the jolt when her velvety skin pressed against his. Just as he had imagined that afternoon when he’d watched her digging postholes, he felt the supple strength in her legs and arms as she enveloped his body with sweetness and drew him to her. His shaft found her opening as if it were one of those high-tech, heat-seeking missiles, and he thrust himself into her with everything he had. The incredible, wet heat of her surrounded him, and for the first time in his life, he felt as if he’d finally come home.

He also knew, as only a man can, that he was going to ejaculate too soon. But he couldn’t control his body. He tried and just couldn’t. Spasms of pleasure rocked his whole frame, and when they subsided, his arms felt as limp and heavy as wet bath towels.