Her lips, red and swollen, trembled as she nodded. Then I scooped her into my arms and carried her through the door and into the cabin.

We’d been here since last night and I hadn’t made love to her.

Something had stopped me. Worry about my sister. About my responsibilities. About everything.

Those thoughts still niggled at me, but what better way to relax than to make love with my woman?

My woman.

I stopped in the living room and laid her gently on the couch. Then, not so gently, I pulled off her jeans and inhaled. Her musk was already in the air, so fruity and feminine. As much as I wanted to dive between her legs and taste her, that would have to wait.

I needed to be inside her. Inside her warmth and sweetness.

I pulled off my jeans quickly and my cock sprang out. Her eyes widened as she licked her lips. Had I been with someone else, I’d make a smartass comment. Not now. Not with this woman who I loved.

I mounted her, rubbed my cock head between her slick folds, and then thrust into her balls deep. “Ah, God,” I groaned.

She clamped her hands onto my butt cheeks and pulled me even closer so I was so far into her we were nearly one.

Nearly one.

Why had I fought this? Everything about Lacey Ward interested me, intrigued me.

Enthralled me.

I pulled out and thrust back in. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes a soft curtain over her cheeks.

“Open your eyes, Lacey. Please. Open your eyes and look at me. Watch me making love to you.”

She obeyed, her blue eyes sparkling.

I pulled out, missing her tightness already. “Get on top of me, baby. I want to show you something.”

She got up, and I lay down on my back.

“Ride me. Sink your pussy down onto my cock.”

She obeyed, a soft sigh escaping her throat like a spring breeze.

I watched. I watched her pussy eat up my cock.

“Look down,” I said. “Watch me go into you. It’s beautiful.”

She obeyed once more. “It is. So beautiful.”

The rhythm mesmerized me. She set the pace, but soon I was rushing, couldn’t go quickly enough. I pushed my hips upward, taking over the rhythm.

“God, baby,” I said through clenched teeth. “My God. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

She whimpered, and when she trailed her right hand over the swell of her breast, down her perfectly shaped belly, and to her swollen clit, I nearly exploded.

“God, yeah. Touch yourself, baby. You’re so hot.”

She moaned as she gently rubbed at her clit, and when her nipples puckered and her pussy clamped down, I could hold out no longer.

I came.