Slowly, he rolled her onto her back again and eased on top of her, right where she wanted him, and she made a low moan of approval. She ran her fingers into his hair, kissing him deeply as he moved over her, pressing against her and making her body throb. Keeping her mouth locked on his, she slid her hand between them and unsnapped his jeans. He rolled away from her and quickly got rid of the rest of his clothes, and then he settled between her legs again, and the only thing between them was a thin scrap of fabric.

His skin felt warm and wonderful, and she ran her hands over the smooth muscles of his arms and his back, tracing her fingers up the valley of his spine. He slid kisses down her neck, then eased lower, kissing her sternum and spending time on each breast before sliding south again to settle over her belly button. He lingered there, making her flushed and impatient as she waited for him to move lower, and finally he did, sliding down her thighs and taking her panties with him. He dropped them to the floor and then moved up, settling kisses on her breast again as his warm hand slid between her legs. Kissing her deeply, he explored her body with his knowing hands, stroking and teasing her until every last cell felt like it was on fire. Over and over, he took her to the edge and eased her back, and then took her to the edge again, until she felt like she would lose her mind. She arched against him, kissing him harder, trying to make him hurry, but he wouldn’t.

“Brandon . . .”

He leaned across her to open the nightstand. She watched as he tore open a condom and quickly put it on.

She closed her eyes as he moved over her and pressed her legs apart.

“Hold on,” he said, sliding her thigh over his hip.

He pushed into her, and she gasped at the pleasure of it.

Leigh wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close and struggling against his strength as he drew back again. He shifted her hips, and then he found a rhythm, guiding their bodies to move together as the tension built and built. She clutched his shoulders, straining to hang on, desperate to absorb the raw power of him.

“Damn, you feel good,” he said tightly.

She bit his shoulder and pulled him closer, as close as she possibly could as they moved together.

“Brandon.”

“Yeah?”

“Hurry.”

He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “Just hold on.”

“I can’t.”

She came in a white-hot flash that went on and on and on until every cell of her body seemed to sparkle and glow. At last, he gave a final, mind-numbing thrust, and she held on to him as they shuddered through the aftershocks.