Inside, they went up the first flight of stairs single file, with Alex in the back, his eyes fixed on the sway of her denim-covered ass. He decided one more flight was too far and directed her to the sofa.

“Wait,” she said. “Where are we going?”

“Right here.” His patience was officially gone, and the need for her in that moment was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. “Right now.” He began pulling at clothes—his and hers.

“Alex—”

“Now,” he said against her lips. “Right now.” He was acting like a lunatic. He knew that, but knowing it didn’t stop him from taking what he needed more than the next breath. Her soft skin and sexy curves made his mouth water with lust as he came down on top of her on the sofa. “Jenny… I can’t wait. I need you.”

Her arms encircled his neck and her knees hugged his hips, providing all the encouragement he needed to sink into her wet heat. With their bodies connected, Alex felt like he could finally breathe again. Even with desire beating through him relentlessly, a sense of calm came over him at knowing she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her.

He looked down to find her watching him closely, probably trying to decide when he’d turned into a sex-crazed madman. “Are you okay?”

Nodding, she smoothed her hands from his shoulders, down his back to cup his ass and keep him lodged deep inside her. “More than okay.”

“You make me crazy.”

“I like you that way.”

He huffed out a harsh laugh at her unexpected comment. “I like you every way, but this way is becoming a particular favorite of mine.”

“It’s been a favorite of mine for a while now.”

After that, there were no words. There was no need for words. Their bodies did the talking for them. What started out urgent became slow and sensual, their hands linked, their eyes locked on each other, their movements perfectly choreographed, as if they’d been lovers for years rather than days.

“Jenny,” he said on a gasp when the pleasure became almost too much to bear. “I can’t…” He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t think of anything other than the need for completion.

And then she blew his mind when she pulled her right hand free of his grasp and reached down to help herself along. Christ alive, he’d never seen or felt anything hotter in his life.

“Now,” she whispered, her body arching into his deep stroke.

Alex didn’t need to be told twice. He gave himself over to the powerful release, losing himself in her, in her sweetness, her sexiness, her incredible kindness. As if they, too, could no longer be contained, the words poured forth. “I love you,” he uttered gruffly against her ear. “It’s too soon, and it’s too much, but it’s true.”