I jerked out and she let out a shout at the loss.

Flipping her over, I didn’t give her time to balance on her hands and knees before I placed myself and slammed inside. I stayed on my knees but draped myself over her back, one arm around her and gripping a warm, molten breast, the other stopping when I could lay a fingertip on her clit.

The force of my pounding was enough movement for her clit. My chest covered her back and I growled in her ear. “Give it to me, Kate.”

Her whimper was close to a cry, but she bowed and kicked her hips higher into me. The walls of her body squeezed me until my eyes damn near rolled back into my head.

I would not come until she did.

She lasted another second before she dropped her chest to the bed and cried out through another climax. Wet heat wicked over me until I threw my head back and roared her name. I lost count of how many times I slammed into her at my crest. At some point, I’d gripped her hips to keep her still while I emptied into a furnace so intense I had a hard time remembering my damn name.

I dropped down but rolled to the side to keep from crushing her. “You all right?” I panted.

“No,” she said, her voice muffled by the blanket. “I’m not all right in all the best ways.”

My breath eked out. Good. I hadn’t fucked up. With this at least. I wrestled enough of the blanket over to cover her. I was hot enough I could be steaming. She’d taken everything from me, but I’d give her more. I’d give her more all night long.

“Get a little rest,” I murmured and brushed her hair away from her face. “But, Kate?” Drowsy hazel eyes met mine. “I’m nowhere near done tonight.”

CHAPTER 13

Kate

Rhythmic pounding woke me before my brain could register where I was.

My bed. In my bedroom.

I sighed and let the comfort of our California king bed with its primo mattress sink into my bones. I’d slept like a stone last night. No horns. No arguing neighbors. Nothing but the heat of my husband’s body around me. A marching band could have gone by the window, and as long as I was in Aiden’s arms, I would have slept soundly.

Grasping for my phone, I squinted at the window. What was the time? The room-darkening blinds were drawn, but light shone around the edges. It wasn’t as early as I’d thought. Aiden had been rising before the ass crack of dawn longer than I’d known him, probably his entire life, but it was late by his standards.

I peered at the time. After eight.

Early by my standards for a Saturday.