“You love hearing how I’m going to pin you to this bed with my cock inside you and ride you hard and deep until you come on me.” To emphasize his plan, he ground his erection against her.

“Oh, God. Need to touch you,” she panted, fingers frantically reaching for the waistband of his jeans.

Reluctantly, he released her breast and comforted himself by finding her mouth. She worked his jeans open and shoved one hand inside.

The sound she made when she wrapped those long fingers around his shaft had his balls tightening in anticipation.

“Go slow, Mags,” he said as she gave him a stroke that had his eyes rolling back in his head. “I’m pretty wound up.”

“I don’t want slow,” she warned before driving him wild by sinking her teeth into his lower lip.

“Then you’d best hang on,” he growled. He rose up on his knees and dragged her jeans all the way off. Heavy-eyed and panting, she helped him with his own.

“The red ones,” she groaned when she saw his underwear. “I’m so fucking glad you wore the red ones. I’ve had dreams of these since I saw you in them that first day.”

He glanced down. His erection was free of the nuisance of clothing—including the cherry-red boxer briefs. Then her hand was slipping around his length, gripping him tight. All rational thought fled his mind. The only thing left was the drive to be inside her, to start pumping into her. It almost made him lightheaded.

He levered himself over her, fisting his erection as the blunt crown notched into place. Almost home. She was goddamn quivering around his tip.

“Fuck. Condom.”

“Hurry up and find one before I decide to be irresponsible.” Her breath came in pants, and the hypnotic rise of her breasts nearly made him forget why he’d stopped.

Blindly, he slapped a hand out for the nightstand. He found the box and emptied most of its contents on the floor but managed to rescue a single condom.

“Oh, thank God,” she breathed as he shredded the wrapper.

“Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” he promised.

He made quick work of the protection and then once again fisted his shaft.

“You better hang on tight, Mags,” he warned, lining himself up with her entrance. He let out a guttural groan of triumph as he finally buried himself in her with one hard thrust.

“Silas!”

He held there, sheathed in her fist-tight grip. His toes dug into the mattress, hips pinning her down so he could stay deep.

“Breathe, darlin’,” he growled. And when Maggie sucked in a breath and slowly let it out, he slid the final inch home. Finally. She was his.