After he used her bathroom to clean up, he frowned at himself in the mirror. Should he leave now?

He should. There were a lot fewer misunderstandings if a man left after sex.

But…no. She’d had a rough evening earlier, and—relationship limits or not—he wouldn’t chance making her feel worse by pulling a slam-bam, thank-you-ma’am. So he stripped completely.

When he came out of the bathroom, she’d already crawled under the covers. Seeing him, she gave him a hesitant smile and lifted the sheet. Yeah, she was a sweetie.

He tossed his jeans over the footboard and joined her, carefully easing her against his side, so her head could rest on his shoulder. The way she snuggled closer and gave a contented sigh made him smile.

Hours later, he realized he’d fallen asleep.

And that his hand was cupped around a sweetly plump breast. Hell of a way to wake up.

Well, he had said that “later” they could go for slow. Seems like he’d made a promise he should keep.

And he still had two more condoms in his wallet.

Reaching around, he slid a finger in her wetness and over her clit. Just a touch at first. Ever so gradually, he roused her, increasing the pressure and the strokes, and she was so responsive that she was already coming before she fully woke.

“G-Gabe?” Her back arched, and her hips bucked under his arm.

“Mmm, that was nice.” He rubbed his cheek in her hair, inhaling the light lemony fragrance of her shampoo…and the scents of female and sex. When he moved his hand up to cup a breast, he could feel her heart hammering with her release.

Since playing with her had him harder than a rock, he rolled her over, set her on elbows and knees, sheathed himself, and slid into her from behind.

Fuck. Her slick pussy closed around him like a hot fist, and his grip on her hips tightened. Pausing to regain control, he curved an arm around her and put his fingers back on her clit.

When he started rubbing the bundle of nerves, she moaned. Her hips wiggled irrepressibly, making him grin, and damned if his control wasn’t shot, just like that.

So much for slow.

He raised her hips for greater penetration and took her with mercilessly driving thrusts. A second before he lost it, he slowed long enough to tease her clit again, pushing her into another orgasm.

And as her cunt clamped down on him in rhythmic pulses, he came in violent juts.

Feeling her post-orgasmic shudders was incredibly satisfying all by itself. Damn, she was fun.

This time when he came back from the bathroom after disposing of the condom, he chuckled. She wasn’t hiding under the covers this time. No, she lay in a limp, sated sprawl.

Simply gorgeous.