He wanted her to come again. Again and again. Until pleasure was all she knew. Until he was all she knew. The other two lovers she’d had in the past would be forgotten. Those bastards had been lucky to touch her, a gift they’d never get again. He’d erase them from her memory. He wasn’t her first lover, but he’d been her first kiss. And he’d soon know exactly how she liked to be touched and stroked, and he’d never forget. Not a single, solitary thing.

Not when it came to Piper.

His Piper.

Her body stiffened. Her nails bit into his shoulders. “Eric, I want you in me!”

She was about to come again. His dick was rock hard. She wanted him in?

He ripped open his pants. His eager cock surged toward her. He thrust into her, sinking balls deep, flesh to flesh.

And it was perfect. Paradise. She was hot and wet and tight. He pulled back, only to thrust in again. Hard. Deep. Over and over. He pounded into her as she came, screaming his name again, raking her nails down his back, biting through the shirt he wore. There was no stopping. No holding back. He’d held back too long. Too many years. Maybe his whole life. He’d always wanted her. Always thought she was out of reach.

She wasn’t out of reach any longer. He was balls deep in her. She was screaming his name.

She. Was. His.

And he was hers. Completely. Totally.

But then, he fucking had been…since he’d been seventeen and he’d kissed her in the rain.

Eric’s climax exploded, surging through his whole body on an eruption of pleasure that beat in his veins. His very soul. The pleasure consumed him, blinded him, gutted him, and it was the best orgasm of his entire life.

On and on, the pleasure lingered. Blazed. And he held her as tightly as he could.

Piper. His Piper.

He’d just fucked Piper.

The drumming of his heartbeat finally slowed. His breath heaved in and out of his lungs, and he realized that he was holding her hips, gripping them tightly. Probably too tightly. He didn’t want to bruise her. He’d known he should be careful and handle her with care. Always care. But his hunger had erupted and now—

“I’m sorry.”

The words tore from him as Eric lifted up and stared down at Piper. Her eyes were closed, but at his rumbled words, her long lashes lifted.

“For what?”

I fucked Piper.

On his desk.

And he was still mostly dressed. She still had on his shirt. Shit. This whole scene should have gone down way differently. He started to pull out of her, because, yes, greedy bastard that he was, he was still inside of Piper.

Inside of Piper. Flesh to flesh.

No condom.