Hank’s mouth met hers in a hard, delicious slant, and then he was devouring her with hungry, needy kisses, showing her just how much he’d missed her. She’d missed him, too, just as fiercely, and then she was kissing him back with all the pent-up frustration and need of the last few weeks. Her tongue met his and she twined her fingers in his hair, full of need and longing.

“Love you,” he managed between kisses. “I’m gonna say it more often so you know it, but I love you, Becca. You’re the most perfect woman ever.”

His hand slid between her thighs and he cupped her sex, teasing the folds apart with light touches, stroking her until she was rocking her hips against his hand, her mouth frantic on his. She whimpered with every caress, until she was losing track of where she was. Her world had narrowed down to the hand driving her wild, the big body she pressed up against, and the mouth that possessed hers like he owned it. “My Becca,” he told her over and over again. “All mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed, and when his hand left the warmth between her thighs, she whimpered, tearing at the buttons on his shirt. He needed to get naked, pronto. She had to touch his bare skin or she’d go mad. “Hank, I need you—”

He captured her mouth again, silencing her words, but even as he kissed her, he tore at his clothing, pulling first his shirt off and then ripping at his belt. She stepped backward as he cast off the last of his clothing, and then he was naked and glorious in front of her, the hard, thick length of his cock rising from his lap. He sat down on the edge of the bed again and pulled her forward, kissing her. “Straddle me,” he told her in a low breath.

“Straddle . . . you?” She could feel herself blushing.

“I’ve got you,” he reassured her, one big hand on the small of her back. “Want to look at you when I sink so deep inside you, Becca.”

Oh, she wanted that, too. Feeling a little awkward, she nevertheless did as he asked, straddling him with her hips and creeping forward ever so slightly until his cock brushed against her spread folds. She felt exposed like this, vulnerable, and even more so when he reached between them and caressed her again.

“Love how wet you are, baby. You’re coating my hand with your need.”