His eyes were more intense than the bluest sky on the sunniest day. And he was close. She had to blink to bring him into focus, and then blink again as he came closer.

“Tell me to stop if this isn’t what you want,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip, sending new shivers all over her skin and rocketing her pulse into the stratosphere.

She laughed, a breathless, slightly manic sound. “I’ve wanted this for—”

She was silenced by his mouth taking hers, and it was gentle. So gentle.

Too gentle. She’d waited so long. She needed more.

He pulled away far too quickly, his breath coming in short, harsh pants. The hand that now cupped her face was trembling. This big man was trembling. For me.

The intensity in his gaze grew darker. Hotter. “I wanted to rip his hands off,” he whispered.

She blinked. “What? Who?”

“Mike.” He said the name like it was a curse. “For touching you. He touched you.”

Her knees wobbled, relief making her dizzy. That she flattened her palms against his chest might have been for balance, but it wasn’t. He felt so good. So hard. And sensitive, his muscles shifting and jumping under her touch. The fire in his eyes blazed.

He liked this. She closed her eyes, overcome. He liked this. He wanted this.

He wants me. She slid her hands higher until she could link them behind his neck, emboldened at the shudder that shook him. “I have one question,” she whispered.

When she opened her eyes, she found he’d closed his, allowing her to look her fill. Tom Hunter was the most beautiful man she’d ever known. And he was holding her, hands on her sides, their bodies separate. Sweetly awkward, like a middle school dance. She wished he’d go higher or lower, but for now this was safe. For now this was enough.

He’d tensed again, though. Leaning up on her toes, she pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, making him swallow, his hands tightening their grip.

“What changed?” she asked. “I need to know that I didn’t guilt you into this. I need to know that this is what you really want.”

He yanked at her then, pulling her flush against him. The breath rushed out of her on a moan, because he was hard everywhere. God, oh God.

Everywhere. She tightened her hold around his neck, lifting on her toes again to perfect the fit. “Yeah,” she breathed, “I guess this is what you really want.”

“It is.”

Please don’t be a dream. But she didn’t want to let him go long enough to pinch herself, so she wriggled closer, drawing a strangled groan from deep in his chest. Then his lips were on hers again, and this time there was no gentleness. Just raw want.

She could fall into this so easily. Too easily. But she pulled away, needing to know.

“What changed?” she whispered against his mouth.

“Everything and nothing. I wanted you. Wanted this.”