No worries. Stopping was last thing on his mind. He started his tour of her body with his lips on her neck, paying attention to her soft, sexy moans to find all her most sensitive spots. Her pulse thrummed under his mouth on the delicate column just under her jaw.

Her hands pulled restlessly at his shirt. “I want to see you, too.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Danny peeled off his T-shirt. Her seeing and touching him was a fantastic idea. Her fingers were greedy on his chest. They roamed down his stomach. He sucked wind as she toyed with the waistband of his jeans. His erection practically jumped out of his pants toward her hand.

Need roared through him like a subway train, and his brain promptly shut down the whole thinking section.

He closed his mouth over her nipple. She arched toward him. He moved lower, hand skimming over her skin, mouth following. His tongue on her rib cage elicited a deep groan. Danny made a mental note. He unfastened her jeans. The quick catch of her breath urged him on. His hand delved inside to find her soft and slick and, God help him, totally ready.

A deep groan burst from her lips as he stroked her softest flesh.

Desire consumed him. He needed more. Her jeans slid off her hips. Danny pressed his face to her panties and breathed her in.

Still not enough.

His thumbs hooked her panties and drew them down her legs. He kissed his way back up her leg. Her body writhed as he licked the inside of her thigh to where he really wanted to be.

The taste of her nearly drove him over the edge.

“Danny…”

She didn’t have to say anything else. Danny was out of his pants and yanking a condom from his wallet in two seconds. He rolled onto her. The way she opened for him filled him with solid and steady warmth. Sliding inside her was like nothing he’d ever experienced. It was beyond sex. It was all-encompassing. Nothing existed in the world beyond the woman clinging to his body.

Danny moved back and pushed forward again. Mandy tightened around him. Pleasure pounded at the base of his spine.

This moment—with Mandy’s soft body under him, her passion-dark eyes locked on his, the sun warm on his back, the scents of the woods in his nose—was the closest thing to a religious experience he’d ever had. Everything but the choir of angels. He slowed his movements. He wanted this to last. Hell, he wanted this to last forever.

But nothing lasted forever. As he well knew, the best things in life were especially fleeting.