I watched her, greedy for her release. Her flushed chest, exposed throat, hard nipples. The way she shivered all over and I had to hold her up. The way I was lucky to do this for her.

She stared down at me, catching her breath. Her dark eyes were wide. Her bun had come undone, red strands everywhere.

I stood and gave her a fast, brutal kiss. Then I bent at the knees and scooped Tabitha into my arms like she was my blushing bride.

“Wait,” she said quickly, “this doesn’t hurt right?”

I muttered, “If it did, I wouldn’t care,” against her lips and then proceeded to carry the woman of my dreams up the stairs and into my bedroom. I kicked the door open and nudged the light on. No more mechanical, impersonal sex. I needed to see all of her. I wanted her to see all of me.

I tossed her back onto the bed with more force than intended. I shed my clothing. Liked having her watch, liked the goose bumps it gave me. The strength. When I wrapped my fingers around my cock, stroking upward, her breathing got faster again.

Her knees dropped open. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip like I was something delicious she planned on devouring.

I lifted my chin at her, and she tossed her bra at me with a cheeky grin. The lace panties followed. Tabitha lay naked on my bed with swollen lips and disheveled hair. Every victory I’d ever had paled in comparison.

I had no clue what the hell I’d done in this life—or any other—to deserve this.

But I was ready to take it.

I reached for the condom on the wardrobe behind me. Rolled it on while watching Tabitha writhe naked on my bed. I prowled up her body and settled my hips between her legs. Then I captured her mouth with my own, drank her in. Our kissing grew frantic. My lips roamed down her throat. My tongue swirled around her nipples as she cried out again and again.

“Dean, please, please, fuck me,” she begged.

Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them over her head and thrust my cock inside of her. Like last time, our attempts to move slowly failed within seconds. Her knees rose high on my waist as I rocked back and forth inside of her—a steady, driving rhythm that set my body on fire with pleasure.

It felt so damn good to move like this, to fuck like this. For the two of us to moan and sigh as we kissed. I released her wrists. Her hands gripped my cheeks, tongue stroked into my mouth. I hitched her leg higher and ground my pelvis against her clit.

“More,” she demanded, mouth at my ear. “I want more of you.”