He broke first. With a rough growl, he gripped her hips and yanked her down on him.

“Oh my God!” The sensation of fullness, the stretch, the heat bloomed in her core. He felt bigger in this position, went farther.

When she rocked forward, his pelvis rubbed her clit. Oh, that was nice.

Crinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. “At this point, you have to do the moving, sweetheart.”

“I can do that.” Leaning forward, she braced herself with her hands beside his shoulders. Her butt went up, his shaft slid out. Then she settled into a rhythm, rocking forward and back, feeling his erection going in and out.

“Oh, nice.” She was going to make this last forever. Torture him slowly. Drive him mad the way he had her so many times. She rose and lowered ever so slowly.

She was in charge and probably didn’t manage to conceal the smirk.

Even though she hadn’t spoken, his lips quirked. “I don’t think so.” Without moving his sore shoulder, he kneaded her breast.

When his knowledgeable fingers slid over her clit, shockingly exquisite pleasure shot through her. His touch and the thickness inside her were overwhelming.

The urge to speed up was uncontrollable, and her slow rhythm fell to pieces. She rocked faster and faster, adding wiggles to make his finger slide crosswise over her.

Tremors started low inside, the pressure growing. She tightened around him until she could feel each inch moving in and out.

“Oh, oh, oh, I need…”

With a low chuckle, he gripped her hips and slammed her down on his cock, lifting his hips at the same time, penetrating hard and deep.

Her insides clenched and spasmed in wave after wave of pleasure. When he came at the same time, the sense of sharing pleasure was incredible.

As the energy drained from her muscles, she sank on top of him, her cheek to his chest. His heart made a lovely thumping sound under her ear.

His arms closed around her, holding her, stroking her hair. “Thank you.”

Lifting her head, she kissed the side of his strong jaw. “You’re welcome, Mister Bossy Chief who hates to give up control.”

She felt his smile even as he asked, ever so innocently, “Didn’t you want me to use my fingers? I thought you liked that.”

Sitting up carefully, she put her hands on each side of his face and gave him a stern frown. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

Laughter appeared in his eyes, and oh, she liked that look on him. “Sometimes, I’m not all that sure what I’m doing, no, but I do know this.” His gaze went serious, and he tangled his fingers in her hair. “I care for you, Audrey. No, that’s bullshit—I love you, woman.”