His hands were free, she realized, as he leaned forward and fondled her breasts with one hand. His other hand curled around her right thigh, anchoring her as his thrusts grew stronger, faster.

He’d pound, then slow and move side-to-side, then up and down.

And her arousal wakened and grew. How did he do that to her? His fingers tugged on her nipple, squeezed, the sharply exquisite pain jolting all the way down. Her pussy clenched around him.

He laughed.

“More.” The words escaped, and she slapped her hands over her mouth.

But his gaze grew as hot as the blue flame in the center of the fire, and his smile was wicked as he trailed his fingers down her belly. The heel of his hand rested at the top of her mound and pressed down each time his shaft withdrew. His hand pulled upward when he drove in—and that tugged right on her clit too—even as his thick cock filled her completely.

Dear sweet heavens. Her toes curled.

His pace picked up, and the rhythmic sensation on her clit, the hammering inside, drove her up and up, until the heat grew into a brilliant torment.

And sent her right over.

Her legs pressed down on his shoulders, as her hips bucked. “Oh, Haaawk.” The release tore through her in a storm of sensation, whipping waves of pleasure across her body until even her hair seemed to shimmer.

“Nice.” His hand tightened on her thigh, holding her as he hammered into her. She was still coming even as he reached his peak, and she could feel the jerking of his shaft inside her.

His jaw was tight, his muscles tensed—and his eyes held hers in a long, wonderful moment.

Eventually, he moved, running his hands up and down her thighs before lowering her legs. After pulling up and zipping his jeans, he moved her up on the mattress and stretched out on top of her.

His weight pressed her into the mattress, and she stiffened, then breathed in his scent…and relaxed. For a happy moment, she kissed his jaw, his neck, because he never smelled like anyone else. So nice. “Ocean, today? And with a hint of citrus. Yesterday, it was cypress, I think.”

“Hmm?” His puzzled expression made her laugh.

She rubbed her face against his shoulder. “I like the way you smell. Even though it changes a lot.”

He snorted. “Got soap from Lillian for Christmas. She said Mako used smell to stay grounded.”

“You pick different scents depending on how you feel?”

A nod and a smile.

Huh, so which one would mean sex?

When he snorted, she realized she’d asked that aloud. Oh…drat.

“Guess. I’ll let you know when you’re right.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re a guy. That means I’ll always be right.”

His laugh completed her day. “Yeah.”