“Please tell me you have a condom,” she said.

He nodded, grinned at her as she worked the final buttons. “I do, and it’s kind of a funny story because I didn’t have one when I walked into this hotel,” he said, reciprocating with her shirt, stripping it off. “When I got the room, I asked the desk clerk if he happened to have a condom. He winked at me, slapped one in my palm, and said ‘Always happy to help a dude out.’”

She laughed, the sound like a wind chime, and it dropped down in his heart for the briefest of moments. What the hell? This was a one-night stand. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything anywhere except in his groin, so he focused on that, ignoring the fact that he’d had a fantastic time with her at the bar, and that one of the reasons he wanted her so badly was that he liked her mind as much as her body.

But her body . . . here before him . . . that’s what he needed right now, and he had a mission—make her come once, twice, then a third time. A night like this, a woman like her, one time would never satisfy him.

He took the condom from his pocket. He guided her hand back to his briefs, and pressed her palm against his erection. She drew a sharp breath as she touched him for the first time, and her reaction sent a shiver down his spine. “I like,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said softly, moving her hands to the waistband. “Take them off.”

She pushed his unzipped pants and his briefs down to his knees, then stared at his cock. She ran the tip of her tongue across her teeth and swallowed hard.

“I like it very, very much,” she said, sounding mesmerized as she gazed at his hard length. She took him in her hand and stroked him several times, and he nearly growled from the pleasure that ricocheted through his body as she touched him. Quickly, he stilled her hand. “You made me stop, so now I’m going to make you stop.”

He pressed the condom into her palm, and buzzed his lips along her neck up to her ear. “Put it on me,” he said in a firm voice, giving her a command.

She opened the wrapper, tossing it to the floor, then slid it on him. She tugged his body closer, rubbing the head of his cock across her slippery wetness. A wave of heat licked his veins, scorching him. He welcomed it. Fucking gladly.

“Were you worried you couldn’t come twice if I finished going down on you?”

“Yes.”

“You know that only makes me want to prove you wrong,” he said, then reached for her leg, gripped her thigh, and wrapped it around him. “Hold on tight, beautiful. I’m going to take you for a ride.”

She’d be making an offering tomorrow to the Patron Saint of Endowment because Jack did not have a textbook cock. Not even close. He was long, thick, wide, and absolutely fucking perfect. But more than that, he knew what to do with this beautiful gift he’d been given. He entered her, and she moaned instantly as he filled her, stretching her in ways she hadn’t been stretched in God only knew how long. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size.