Hank made a pleased sound in his throat, licking her sensitive flesh until she began to twitch with every stroke of his tongue. He pressed a few more kisses to the insides of her thighs and her mound, and then lifted his head to gaze up at her. “I could stay here all night, you know.”

Oh, she knew he could.

Becca stroked her fingers through his hair. “I want you on me, Hank. I want you in me. Please.”

He growled low, pressed another hard kiss to the inside of her thigh, and then surged up. He moved over her, his big hips settling between her spread thighs, and she eagerly lifted her legs to encircle him.

Hank kissed her, his mouth tender despite the urgency of his kisses. He tasted like her body, and it added an erotic, sultry edge to their caresses, and it didn’t take long before Becca was moaning against his mouth. She arched against him suggestively, waiting for him to move, to claim her. Instead, all he did was kiss her. “Hank, please.”

“Could kiss you forever,” he told her, and gazed down at her so seriously and for so long that she blushed. He made it seem like every moment with her was a gift . . . was it any surprise that she was falling for the man?

The moment the thought occurred to her, it filled her with panic.

Falling. For Hank. Of course she was. She was someone who fell into love quickly. She knew that. And how could she not fall for Hank? He was nothing that she’d thought she’d ever wanted but had ended up being everything she’d dreamed of. He was gentle despite his hulking size. Considerate. Thoughtful. A good father. An amazing lover. And he made her feel so . . . special.

The “I love you” hovered on her lips, but she pushed it back, settling for something far more carnal. “Take me, Hank.”

He gave her another slow, thorough kiss, nipping at her lower lip. His hand slid down to her thigh and he adjusted it against his hip, shifting his weight. She felt the head of his cock press against her core, where she was slippery and hot and aching and hollow.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” he whispered between kisses. “Or if it’s too much.”

“It won’t be,” she promised him. She wasn’t a virgin. It’d be fine.

Even so, when he pushed forward, Becca was a little surprised at how . . . big he felt. Of course he was big. Hank was a huge guy, all over. She’d known from handling his cock in the last few days during their make-out sessions that he was thick, but as he slowly pushed into her, she couldn’t decide if it felt like too much . . . or if it was amazing. A little gasp escaped her and he froze over her, worried.