‘No—too far.’ Terrified he’d stop what he was doing, Jenna clutched at his hair, gasping as she felt his tongue graze her nipple. Sensation shot through her and he teased, nipped and sucked one rigid peak while using his fingers on the other. The burn inside her was almost intolerable. Her hips writhed against the soft rug and she arched in an instinctive attempt to get closer to him. But she wasn’t in charge. He was. Maybe there was some pattern to what he was doing, some sequence, but for her it was all a blur of ecstasy.

The words in her head died as his hand slid between her legs.

It had been two years since a man had touched her intimately, and even before that it had never felt like this. Never before had she felt this restless, burning ache.

‘Ryan—’ The slow, leisurely stroke of his skilled fingers drove her wild. ‘Now.’

‘I haven’t even started…’ His voice was husky against her ear, and his fingers slid deeper. Heat flushed across her skin and her breathing grew shallow. Her hand slid down and circled him and she heard him catch his breath.

‘On second thoughts—now seems like a good idea…’ He slid his hand under her bottom and lifted her, the blunt head of his erection brushing against her thigh.

Trembling with expectation, Jenna curved one thigh over his back and then groaned when he hesitated. ‘Please…’

‘Forgot something—’ His voice hoarse, he eased himself away from her, reached forward and grabbed something from the cupboard by his bed. ‘Damn!’ He struggled with the packet while he kissed her again.

Jenna was panting against his mouth. ‘Just—can you please—?’

‘Yeah, I definitely can.’ He hauled her under him, dropping his forehead to hers. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Is that a serious question?’ She was breathless—desperate—conscious of the press of his body against hers. ‘If you stop now, Ryan McKinley, I swear, I’ll punch you.’

His laugh was low and sexy, and her stomach flipped as she stared into those blue, blue eyes. And then she ceased to notice anything because the roughness of his thigh brushed against hers and then he was against her and inside her and Jenna decided that if sex had ever felt like this before then she must have lost her memory.

Heat spread through her body and she tried to tell him how good it felt, but the sleek thrust of his body drove thought from her brain. He kissed her mouth, then her neck, ran his hand down her side and under her bottom—lifted her—

She moaned his name and he brought his lips back to hers, taking her mouth even as he took her body, and the pleasure was so intense that she could hardly breathe. Her nails sank into his back and the excitement inside her roared forward like a train with no brakes—