Then the strangled cry was hers. His big hands parted her thighs and then his mouth was on her and . . . “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Tom. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

He didn’t speak, humming against her instead. His mouth, his tongue . . . God, the man’s tongue was criminal. She was instantly addicted.

She was in heaven. She was flying. She was almost there.

She stiffened, her body going taut as she arched, pressing her head back as the orgasm exploded and she heard herself cry out. He licked and sucked her through it, not stopping until she collapsed to her back, panting. “Ohmygod, ohmygod,” she chanted.

He kissed his way up her body, lingering on the butterfly tattoo at her hip. And then he was kissing her and she could taste herself, which was way hotter than she’d thought it would be.

He pulled back far enough to meet her eyes. She blinked, feeling dazed.

“Do you believe me now?” he asked hoarsely.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He twisted, giving her a view of his flawless ass before turning back, a condom in his hand. “I’ll stop if you—”

“I know, dammit,” she interrupted, making him smile. “Hurry.”

But he didn’t hurry, taking his time as he slid the condom over his cock, which was bigger than it had been before. Longer and wider. She licked her lips, tasting herself once again.

“No fair. I wanted to come with you.”

His smile became a wicked grin. “Then you’ll come twice.”

“I see what you did there,” she muttered, then gasped when his hands closed over her ribs, lifting her up the bed. Carefully, as if she were made of glass.

His grin was gone, his expression serious and intense. This is it, she thought. What she’d wanted for so long. She reached for him, relieved when he settled his body over hers.

Finally. “Please,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses to his mouth, his jaw, his chin.

He didn’t make her wait, sliding into her in a single perfect stroke.

She’d wondered if it would hurt, because he was not a small man. It did not.

She’d wondered if it would feel awkward, once it finally happened. It did not.

She’d wondered if she’d resent his Tory in that moment. She did not, because he was looking down at her with a mixture of wonder and gratitude that she hadn’t ever even dared to dream of.

I love you. The words burned her tongue, but she held them back. Not yet. Not tonight. Soon. “Perfect,” she whispered instead. “Show me. Please.”

And he did. And it was perfect. Every thrust, every cry, every touch. Every clench of his jaw as he tried to make it last.

And then he hit a spot inside her that she’d never known was there, making her cry out in shocked pleasure.

“There?” he asked, his voice so deep she could barely understand the single syllable.

She couldn’t say anything, so she nodded and he thrust harder, faster, his glutes bunching under her palms as she clutched him closer.