He loved when her words came out like that, all whispery and shaky, like she had too much emotion rumbling under the surface. He nudged her knee, and she spread wider for him. “You ready for me, sweetheart?”

Her eyelids fluttered, and she nodded.

He wondered at the shimmer in her eyes—tears? Hands bracketing her shoulders, he lowered himself, needing to see her face as he entered her. Slowly, he pushed into her hot, slick channel.

Her lips parted, her neck arched, and she was so damn wet, he thrust all the way in. She clutched his back, and those drowsy eyes made him lose it. He pulled back, snapped his hips, and slammed back in.

Jesus.

No one had ever felt so good. The sound of skin slapping, the sight of her breasts bouncing. Christ. He wanted it to last forever. He needed more, deeper, harder. So fucking good.

He wanted her so damn much…but he couldn’t bear showing her everything he was feeling, so he tucked his face into her neck, closing his eyes, and breathing her in. He powered into her, felt the gush of arousal when he tilted his hips and hit her in just the right place.

He needed to come, so he reached between them and stroked her clit, barely able to keep a rhythm. “Gotta come, Rosie. Swear to God, I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”

“Yes.” Fingernails digging into his back, she lifted her ass off the mattress and met his rough, reckless thrusts. Her body writhed and twisted, and she cried out.

Need to see her. He pushed up on his hands so he could watch the climax seize her pretty features, and when she came back down, when she went limp and contentedly sated, he sat up on his heels, grabbed her hips, and dragged her onto his lap. Watching the head of his cock push back inside her slick heat turned him into an animal.

Letting loose, he gave into the urgency of his need. Got yanked under by those tits shaking, her sexy mouth gaping open, her hands gripping his thighs. He’d never seen anything hotter than Rosie taking his cock and loving it.

Desire peaked so hard and fast it hurt, and he pulled her tightly against him, holding her right there, as his climax hit with a ferocity that blinded him. With each hard, short thrust, he emptied more of himself, until he was completely spent.

Collapsing at her side, he covered his face with his hand. He’d never felt so raw, so exposed. And a little sick to his stomach that he’d fallen this hard for a woman he couldn’t have.