Clinging to my self-control, I try to slow the pace, stroking a hand up her side, caressing the curve of her breast with my thumb. She tugs harder at my hair and bites my bottom lip until it stings. I’ll give her whatever she wants. This girl could ask me to bleed out, and I’d be helpless to deny her. In seconds, my rhythm matches hers. I’m wild, frantic. I’m terrified she’ll walk away again.

I pinch her nipple through her bra and greedily swallow the sound of her moan. She rubs against me, as desperate as I am for connection. When her hand comes down between our bodies and she unbuttons my pants, I groan. “Shay. Fuck. Slow down.” Her hand’s in my pants, stroking me, squeezing me.

“Condom,” she says.

I pull away and shake my head. I don’t have one. “Sorry. I wasn’t prepared for this.” But it’s better, right? We need to slow down. To put on the brakes for a second and fucking talk about what’s happening right now.

“Top drawer.” She nods to the desk.

I don’t want to let her go, but I know what she’s saying—condoms, in there. “Good to know.” I trail an open mouth down her neck. I’m so proud of myself. It’s taking superhuman strength of will to ignore the fact that there are condoms a couple of yards away. I could be suited up and inside her in less than a minute. Instead, I stroke the nipple I just pinched and slowly lick the column of her neck. “You’re as sweet as I remember,” I say, but I want to sample every inch, just to be sure.

A frustrated growl tears out of her. “Condom,” she repeats.

“Shay . . .”

She untangles herself from me, dropping her feet to the floor and pushing me away.

I drag a hand through my hair and try to catch my breath—try to think one clear thought that doesn’t involve taste, suck, fuck—but she’s opened a desk drawer and pulled out a condom, and I’m a goner.

She holds my gaze as she inches a hand under her dress and pulls down her panties. They’re black, lacy, and hot as hell, but they have nothing on her. She saunters back to me, a spark of challenge in her dark eyes. I’m a desperate fool, because when she frees my cock from my underwear, I can only watch, dumbstruck and entranced, as she rolls the latex over me.

She tangles her hands in my hair again, tugging me down to her. I try to kiss her gently, but she turns it savage fast, and I can’t help but respond in kind—nipping, sucking, biting. I could eat her up right here. And fuck, I want to.