He grabbed her by the waist and traveled with her down onto the bed, climbing up her body and planting kisses along her neck and shoulder. Samiah pulled his T-shirt over his head, then went to work on his jeans, unbuttoning them and ripping the zipper with such zeal she nearly broke it.

They shoved the rest of their clothes off, then worked as a team to roll on the condom he’d taken from his wallet.

“Stupid question time,” Daniel said as he braced his hands on either side of her head. “Are you sure about this?”

“That is a stupid question. The stupidest question ever.”

“I know, but I still have to hear you say it,” he said.

“Yes!” Samiah shouted. “Yes, please, give me the headboard-breaking sex you promised!”

He grinned. “I hope these walls are well insulated. I guess you’ll know by the way your neighbors look at you from now on.”

He dipped his head to capture her mouth. At the same time, he hooked his arm in the cradle behind her knee and brought her leg up as he plunged into her. Samiah bowed, her back lifting from the mattress, reaching for him.

Each stroke sent her careering closer to the edge, the intensity of the sensations spiraling through her so fierce they stole her breath away. She wrapped her other leg around his and began to move, pumping her hips in rhythm to his thrusts, closing her eyes and concentrating on the sharp beams of pleasure shooting across her skin like fireworks.

“This is…so good,” Samiah moaned. “So…good.”

She felt Daniel’s lips at her ear. “It’s about to get better,” he whispered.

He slipped out of her and traveled down her torso, peppering her stomach with kisses before hooking her legs over his shoulders and bathing the spot between her legs with his tongue. Her response was pure reflex, her muscles moving of their own volition. She clamped her thighs against his head and squeezed.

“Samiah—”

She released his head. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t want to kill you.”

His eyes glittered with amusement, his grin so sexy she nearly climaxed at the sight of it.

“There are worse ways to go, but it’d be a damn shame if I died in the middle of this.” His brow quirked. “Now, can I finish down here?”

“Please,” she breathed.

His tongue was like magic, casting an exquisite spell on her with each delicious stroke. Every cell in her body tensed, her skin growing taut as her pleasure built just below the surface. Two strokes more and she blew apart, her orgasm so intense she shook with it.

“God, you’re beautiful when you do that,” Daniel said.

She felt beautiful. And sated.

But that didn’t mean she was ready to stop.