Holy hell, when he said it like that, and with that deep voice flavored by a sexy accent, I’d carry this man’s child if he asked me to.

“Tell me one more time. What do you want me to do?” He shifted his head, so his eyes were pointed up at me.

“Kiss me there.” That was the best dirty talking I could do.

He kept his eyes on mine, dark and burning with intent. He wanted to see the way I unraveled for him. The way my body responded the second his mouth touched the sensitive bundle of nerves aching for him.

At first, he kissed me softly. Slow and reverent. A whisper of his lips against mine down there, tender and teasing, sending a full-body shiver rippling through me. I flinched, anticipation coiling tight, desperate for more.

And then, God help me, he parted me with his tongue, tasting me, and I let out the loudest moan of my life. No shame. No hesitation. Just raw uninhibited pleasure tearing through me.

If you looked up the definition of bliss, this was it.

Everything blurred into sighs and cries of ecstasy. My fingers fisted in his thick hair, tugging and gripping. Self-control shattered, I rocked against his face, chasing the pleasure he so effortlessly unraveled from my body.

And then he destroyed me. Sent a blinding orgasm ricocheting through me. Pleasure crashed and drowned me from its intensity. My legs shook, my breath hitched, and he held me there, drawing out every last tremor until I was nothing but a shuddering, blissed-out mess.

Before I could even comprehend what had happened, he’d scooped me into his arms and carried my sated body toward the hallway of bedrooms.

“Which one is yours?” His voice was rough, like he was holding on by a thread.

I barely managed to point to mine before he had us there, even turning on the light switch with his shoulder in my beach-themed room.

Once I was on the canopy bed, I gazed up at him, dreamlike and dazed. I did my best not to feel so embarrassed about my body and its imperfections while being basked in light under the heat of his stare.

He pulled condoms from his wallet and placed them on the nightstand before undressing, and I greedily drank him in.

Sleek. Toned. Perfect. His upper body was all hard lines and flawless strength, muscles carved and heavenly.

I may have even gasped at the size and thickness of his shaft. I slapped a hand over my mouth, mortified at the shriek, but he only smirked.

He joined me on the bed after that and took his time to appreciate my body. To touch and kiss every part of me. He even found the ticklish parts on my legs and had me laughing. His husky laugh in response to mine warmed my heart and melted my insides.

This man was something else, and someone I’d never forget.