Blindly he reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. Pushing himself to his knees, he rolled it over his cock while she silently watched, her mouth fallen open, her breaths coming in short pants.

“Now?” he asked.

“Please.” She licked her lips. “Please, Diesel.”

He hesitated. He was not a small man. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Do I need to draw you a diagram? Send you an engraved invitation? I want you, dammit.” She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down onto her, their faces a hairbreadth apart. “I want this. And I like it rough, so do not treat me like spun glass or I swear to God I will take over.”

She was completely serious. And it was sexy as hell.

He drew back enough to see between them, wanting to remember the moment when he filled her for the first time.

He pushed into her slowly. Wanting this closeness—this feeling—to last forever. Her whimper had his gaze jerking up to hers.

But it wasn’t pain he saw. It was impatience. She wound her legs around his hips and thrust up, forcing him in the rest of the way. He let out a sharp bark of surprise before groaning because she was so tight, gripping him so hard that he nearly came then and there.

She gasped, her eyes closing, a satisfied cat-in-cream smile curving her lips. “You feel so good,” she whispered. “So good.”

He’d lost his words again, so he began to move, slowly. Methodically. Committing every moment to memory. She met him thrust for thrust, her eyes opening to lock with his.

This was more than sex. He knew it as clearly as he knew his own name. It was just . . . more.

But too soon the slow pace was no longer enough. He sped up, increasing the strength of his thrusts. Her eyes were wide now. Wide and wild.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised, although he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. His thrusts became frantic, determined that she’d come with him. “Now, Dani. Let me see you. Come for me now.”

Her back arched, exposing the long line of her throat. He kissed it, then found his mouth opening over the curve of her shoulder. He wanted to bite, but he backed away with a groan, his orgasm hitting him like a high-speed train. His vision grew dark and his body gave a few last frantic thrusts as he came harder and longer than he ever had before.

She stroked him through it, her hands on his back, her body clenching around him. Her voice whispering sweet things that didn’t penetrate the fog in his brain.

He fell forward, catching himself on his forearms so that he didn’t crush her.