Panting, she clung to his neck and said, “I want you.”

“All of me?” He purposely rolled his hips against hers, prodding her sopping, oversensitized sex with what he could give her. “All of me? Say you want all of me.”

He was enormous.

“Yes,” she gasped, “yes. All of you.”

For three wild, debilitating seconds, he held her hips in his hands and only rubbed against her, his cock glossing across her tender slick folds, and they moaned in unison.

“This, too?” he asked gruffly, darkly. “You want this part of me, too?” He bent and bit the shell of her ear. “I want inside you.”

“Yes. Now. Please!”

He lunged in the direction of the condom basket, tore at the first foil packet he found, and before Paige could even determine which kind of rubber he’d slipped on, he returned.

His sinewy, sweat-coated body blocked out all sights, his haggard breaths all sounds. Reaching down, he snared her ankles and hooked her legs around him, settling between them. “Don’t,” he said, “for the love of God close your eyes.”

She kept them open, helplessly clinging to his famished green gaze. He thrust once.

“Paige.”

Relief ripped through her, and with it came the staggering pressure of having his hot, wide length buried inside her. She purred from beyond her throat, fighting against the urge to toss her head, swim in the sensation.

He thrust twice.

“Baby.”

Her body undulated. She mewled with bliss.

On his third thrust—one that was overwhelmingly deep and made her catch back a sob—it was Zach who closed his eyes, gritting his teeth, saying, “God.”

Zach didn’t know who took whom here. He only knew their bellies pressed, their chests pressed, she was soft and warm and quivering, his cock was buried to the hilt inside of her, and he was ready to detonate.

He struggled to control the urge to pump, thrust, ram harder and deeper until they passed out, and instead sucked in big gulps of air in an effort to regain his control. They’d been masochists as teens. Had loved drawing out the pleasure, loved wanting each other until their pleasure coated each other’s hands.

This was her first time. Hell if he would let himself shatter this fast.

“This feels wonderful.” Her clouded, lust-filled eyes searched his face with amazement.

This. Flesh to flesh. Naked. Like they used to be. But this time, he was embedded inside her.

“I can feel you beating in me,” she murmured.

Swamped by the sweet pain of her confession, Zach latched onto her mouth for sustenance, to anchor himself, to stop his world from spinning.

“And I can feel you.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Tight and warm and wrapped around me.” Realizing he could be crushing her, he eased some of his weight off her without breaking contact, shifting to his side a bit. “You relished getting naked with me. Every time I touched you, you came for me.”

She shuddered. Her middle finger stroked his glistening bottom lip. “And you? For me?”