There was something so intense about him right then. Like he desperately needed to know every inch of me, to know how I responded to even the barest of touches.

His tongue traced across the waistband of my jeans.

Only then did his head lift, his chin resting on my stomach, his eyes molten with his desire.

He shifted back, taking me with him until I was straddling him again, then grabbing my hips and pulling.

I lifted up off his lap.

But he kept pulling until I pressed my feet into the cushions and moved to stand over him.

His hands slipped toward my button and zipper, working them free, then pulling the material of my pants and panties downward. His pace was deliciously slow, exposing me inch by inch.

I stepped out of the material.

Then he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the triangle above my sex.

But then he was sitting back, his hands on my ass, pulling me forward.

Need pooled in my core as I pressed a knee to the back cushions beside his head, opening myself to him.

Then his lips and tongue were on me, licking, sucking, teasing until my thighs were shaking and my hips were rocking against his mouth.

I was already so overwhelmed, so aching with need, that it wasn’t long before I felt that telltale tightening just before the orgasm surged through me, stealing my breath, leaving me gasping and shaking.

Soren’s hands tightened on my ass, holding me against him as the climax eased.

Then he was pulling me back down on his lap, kissing me long and hard until my lips felt tingly, until my heart felt the same way.

Only then did his arms wrap around me as he moved to take his feet, carrying me close to his chest as he moved through the apartment.

I clung to him, too far gone to care.

My body jostled as he moved up the steps.

The next thing I knew, Soren was lowering me onto a plush mattress, the scent of him all around. His body came over mine, weighing down on me, and the pressure was strangely welcome as his lips sought mine once again.

Again, despite the proof of his own desire pressing against me, Soren was in no rush to move things along, his lips slanting over mine again and again.

It was my desire that became intolerable, my legs tightening around his lower back and my hips grinding up against him.

With a low groan, Soren bore down on me, giving me the friction I was so desperate for.

His head shifted, lips moving up my jaw, across my ear, down the side of my neck, then slowly back up again.

“Feel what you do to me?” he murmured, pressing harder against my cleft.

A needy little whimper was all I could manage in response.