She cried out suddenly as his mouth brushed her right there. The feel of his lips and tongue . . . Oh God. He was right. It felt good. It felt really, really good. It felt so good that she forgot to be embarrassed. It felt so good that she thought she might never doubt him again.

She lost all sense of shame and gave herself over to the sensations. His mouth, his tongue, the scrape of his jaw, the very wickedness of what he was doing brought her to the very peak of pleasure. Her body tried to fight it, but he forced her over with the determined strokes of his tongue and the exquisite pressure of his mouth.

Sensation gripped her for one last paralyzing moment where it all came together in a powerful rush before shattering in sharp spasms.

Alex couldn’t wait another minute. Tasting her pleasure, feeling the force of her release against his mouth, was too much for him. Barely had the last spasm eased from her body when he lifted himself over her and started to push inside.

She was so wet, so warm, so ready for him, he had a hell of a time going slow. All he wanted to do was move his hips back and plunge in deep and hard. Sliding in inch by inch, as the tight glove of her body gripped him, was torture. Wonderful, agonizing, perfect torture, and he savored every minute of it.

Only when he’d gone about as far as he could go did he give that little nudge, that final thrust of possession that took him full hilt, eliciting a gasp of surprise that made him want to roar with primitive satisfaction.

He’d touched the deepest place of her and they were connected in a way that could not be undone. Their eyes met, and he knew she felt the significance, too.

Very slowly he started to move. Lifting his hips in rhythmic circles to slide back in and out in short, gentle strokes. But then the strokes got longer . . . and harder. His hips pumped and the erotic little gasps she was making every time their bodies slammed together grew louder and more insistent.

His jaw locked, his teeth gritted, and sweat gathered on his chest and face from the effort to concentrate, to stay in control, to not let passion overtake him again.

It was a battle he lost as soon as she started to lift her hips against his with increasingly frantic urgency. As soon as she started to grip him, clenching her body to hold on to him longer.

Her responsiveness undid him. She was so damned beautiful in her need he couldn’t hold back another minute. She was going to come again, and this time, he was going to be with her.