The second her mouth touched his, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. She angled her head and parted her lips so he could deepen the kiss. Tongues stroked and teased and danced. She grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts. Even through her bra, the feel of him touching her curves had her breathless.

She rocked against his erection, the friction arousing her to the point of incoherence. Wanting grew and with it came a sense of being alive. She was just about to suggest a more comfortable venue when he drew back.

Questions filled his eyes as he studied her. She didn’t know what he would ask, but she had a general sense of the topic. She smiled and touched his face.

“I’m fine,” she whispered. “I want you.”

Need battled with wariness. She hated that she’d made him question what should be a natural next step and again decided showing was so much more clear than telling.

She stood and slipped out of her jeans, so she was wearing nothing more than bikini panties and her bra. “I have condoms in my bag,” she said, holding out her hand. “I don’t know how to be more clear.”

He stood and smiled at her. “I’m beginning to think you’re hinting at us making love.”

“I am.”

He kissed her, holding her tight and running his hands up and down her back before squeezing her butt. Nerve endings came to life, heating her body. The ever-present numbness faded and it was as if she could fully breathe for the first time in ages.

He stepped back and took her hand, then led her into the master. Once there, he undressed quickly. While he pulled back the covers and got a box of condoms out of the nightstand, she took in the honed lines of his body and his massive erection. Her insides quivered at the thought of him filling her.

They stretched out on the bed. He unfastened her bra and removed her panties. Any trepidation faded as he explored her first with his hands and then with his mouth. When he knelt between her thighs and kissed her intimately, her mind shut down as every nerve ending focused on the sweetness of his tongue against the very heart of her.

It took only a few strokes for her to get lost in a climax that left her calling out his name. Aftershocks lingered so long that when he pushed into her, she came again, an unexpected release that had her begging for him to go fast and deep, which pushed him over the edge in less than a minute.

She hung on to him, her legs wrapped around his hips, her body naked and satisfied, her senses happily muddled. She opened her eyes and found him watching her.

She smiled. “I’m not usually that quick,” she said.

“I could say the same about myself.” His tone was rueful. “I’d apologize except it’s technically your fault.”