His cock jerked inside her. “God, yes, always for you.”

Tentatively she curved her hand behind his ear and tunneled all five fingers through his hair. God, she used to do that. Run her hands all over his hair, his neck, his nape.

His lids drifted shut. Her warm, gliding skin slid along his shoulders, her seeking fingers venturing down his damp back muscles. And he kept his eyes closed, shaken by the gift of her caress, because nothing, ever, had come close to the bliss of Paige loving him.

Only Paige could make a touch, a feathery kiss … Rock. His. World. Like this.

“You’re shaking.”

He swallowed thickly, his erection pulsing madly inside of her, his muscles taut and quivering for release. “No.”

“You are. Why are you shaking?”

He locked his arms more firmly around her, hating his body, hating that it wouldn’t stop vibrating. “I don’t know: you feel good.”

She set both hands on his chest and kissed his neck, his ear, his jaw. Sweetly. So sweetly. Her breath fanned out across his flesh, her lips moving softly, her tongue lapping at his sweat-coated flesh.

Into his ear, as she lay there, utterly still, utterly possessed, she breathed, “Move in me.”

He almost choked on his breath as he did—his orgasm there, there, threatening to splinter him to the bones.

He slid in deep, fighting the seductive pull of her inner muscles and the delicate torture of those fluttering hands.

He manacled her wrists and forced her arms above her head, ramming into her with mind-jarring force. She cried out, her legs tightening around his hips.

“Every little part of you that you disliked,” he said in a rumble, bending his head to take a good, hard look at her, “I will take with my mouth until you love it again.”

How did she feel? Seeing those beautiful marred legs, those beautiful thighs, those hips, abused and marked with her pain. He stroked the scar between their bodies, tenderly fingered its raised edges.

She responded with a mewl, not embarrassed now, but aroused by his touch, her sweet, juicy little sex muscles clenching and unclenching around his cock. Her skin was dewy with sweat, tendrils of hair clinging to her temples. She was tight, so wet, so hot, driving him so crazy. He thrust into her again. Both their moans tore into the silence, filling it with ecstasy.

Extracting himself from her and stretching up on one arm to gain leverage, he trailed one hand up the inside of her arm until their palms met. Their fingers laced. “I’ll lick every inch of you so you’ll know what I think of your body. There will be no doubt in your mind what I think of it, how sexy I think you are.” He ducked his head to her heaving breasts and roughly, hungrily, with lips and teeth and tongue, gorged on one puckered, red-swollen nipple.

She let out a whimper that tickled down his spine as he suckled and gasped when he lightly bit. “Don’t ever hide from me, ever,” he growled.