Then his mouth was on her, sucking her in with a desperate hunger that threatened to consume them both. She threw her arm back, reached, but there was nothing to hold on to except empty air. He dragged her up, his mouth streaking down her torso, teeth scraping, until, gasping for air, she folded herself around him.

He couldn’t wait, knew it would kill him to wait. The only thought in his head was now, it had to be now, and even that was wrapped in the rusty edges of primal need. He tugged at her shorts, cursing, then plunged his fingers inside her.

She bucked, cried out, came. He watched her eyes go opaque, her head fall back so that the long line of her throat was there for him to feast on. Battling the violent urge to drive himself into her, he continued to taste until the sharp void was filled.

Then he freed himself from his jeans and slipped into her. She cried out again, her muscles clamping tight around him.

And he lost his mind.

Speed and heat and force. More. He shoved her knees up and stroked deeper, harder, darkly thrilled when her nails bit into his shoulders. He plunged inside her,quivering with raw, blind greed.

Sensations swamped her, scraped at her, stripped her into one shuddering mass of need. She thought she might die from it. When the next orgasm slammed into her, a hard, hot fist, she thought she had.

And went limp, her hands sliding from Ethan’s damp shoulders, the silver flash of energy draining to leave her exhausted. She heard his long, low groan, felt his body plunge, then stiffen. When he collapsed on her, panting, her lips curved in a smile of pure female satisfaction.

The sunlight dazzled her eyes as she stroked her hands down and over his hips. ‘‘Ethan.’’ She turned her head to kiss his hair. ‘‘No, not yet,’’ she murmured when he started to shift. ‘‘Not yet.’’

He’d been rough with her, and he cursed himself for allowing the knot on his control to slip. ‘‘Are you all right?’’

‘‘Mmmmmm. I could lie here all day, just like this.’’

‘‘I didn’t take the time I meant to.’’

‘‘We don’t have as much as most people.’’

‘‘No.’’ He lifted his head. ‘‘You wouldn’t even tell me if I’d hurt you.’’ So he looked for himself, carefully studying her face. And he saw in it the sleepy satisfaction of a woman well, if hurriedly, loved. ‘‘I guess I didn’t.’’

‘‘It was exciting. It was wonderful knowing you wanted me so much.’’ Lazily, she twirled a lock of his sun-tipped hair around her finger and hugged the gorgeously wicked sensation of being naked in bed with him in the middle of the day. ‘‘I’d been worried that I wanted you more than you could ever want me.’’