Taking her virginity wouldn’t be happening. I had some morals left. Well, I hoped I did.

“One boyfriend last year. He took it from me, and it was kind of horrible. So were the few other times we did it.” She held on to her biceps, covering her chest, as if embarrassed by her admission. “I didn’t want to do it again. Not until now. Until you.”

Until me? Why me? “You were with the wrong person, that’s all.”

Strangers or not, I wouldn’t be going anywhere until I showed this woman what real lovemaking was like and how it was supposed to feel.

I unhooked my sunglasses from my shirt and set them aside. It was one step, even if a small one, toward removing every barrier between us. “Come here.” I crooked my finger, and she dropped her hands from her arms and approached me.

Drawing a fist beneath her chin, I wasted no time slanting my mouth over hers. When she parted her lips, inviting in my tongue, I groaned and brought my other hand around to her ass and squeezed.

Breathy, maybe even a little dizzy after that kiss, I pulled back and murmured, “That answers that.” I dragged my hand up and over her cheek and into her hair. “Heaven is real, sweetheart. I just tasted it.” And now I really did need to know the name of the angel who seemed capable of showing me the light.

She arched into me, latching on to the sides of my neck. I loved the feel of her short nails biting into my skin. “I know what you’re thinking.”

Little mind reader, are you?

“It’ll make it even harder when we go our separate ways if I know how your name sounds on my tongue. If I hear how mine sounds on yours.”

No one had ever said something so poetically painful to me before. Painful because I was sure she wasn’t wrong. And something told me this wasn’t going to end well for me.

“Name or not,” I rasped, “I’ll never forget you.”

Reaching between our bodies, I slid her panties aside, my fingers gliding against her slick skin. Soaking. Ready.

A rough groan tore from my throat as I palmed her clit, circling slowly, teasing, savoring the way she gasped into my mouth.

I swallowed every moan and trembling sigh as I drove two fingers inside her, curling just right, coaxing her closer to the edge.

She clenched around me, nails digging into my shoulders as I worked her with deliberate strokes.

“More.” The word was a desperate plea against my lips.

That was all it took for me to give her more up against the wall. I knelt before her and held on to her thighs.

Her shyness took over. Her nerves about having my face between her legs caught up with her. The woman was beyond innocent.