“Your breasts are fucking incredible.” He gave me one last suck and then lowered me so our mouths were level. “I’m going to devour you.” Then he did. He kissed me like a starving man who had stumbled onto a feast as he took me into my bedroom. The fabric of his flight suit rasped over my sensitive skin, but I didn’t care. No touch was hard enough, no kiss long enough.

The lights flicked on, he lowered me to my bed, and then he made quick work of getting out of his own clothes. Freakishly quick work of his boots, too. I reached for the button fly of my shorts, and he shook his head. “Unwrapping is half the fun.”

I dropped my hands and propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch him. My mouth watered at the mind-blowing perfection of his body, and my lips parted at the sight of that deeply carved V that ran down the sides of his abs and disappeared into his black boxer briefs. I was going to trace that line with my tongue the second he got into this bed. The muscles of his arms rippled as he grabbed his wallet. He flipped it open, took out a foil packet, and held it up with a raised eyebrow. I nodded, my tongue too thick in my mouth to manage the words to affirm that’s exactly where we were headed. There was a brand-new box in my nightstand, too. Something told me he wasn’t a one and done kind of guy. The packet landed somewhere to my right.

His weight settled over me, and I groaned into his kiss at the feel of his skin on mine. His mouth claimed my neck again, then lingered at my breasts before kissing a path down my stomach. My fingers threaded through his hair, desperate to hold onto whatever part of him I could.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so damned long.” He pressed an openmouthed kiss at the inside of my hip. “From the moment I saw you on that beach.” He flicked open the buttons of my shorts, and I lifted my hips so he could drag the fabric down my body.

“I thought God had taken every fantasy I’d ever had and molded you out of them. You were—you are—the most devastatingly gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”

His eyes locked with mine, flaring with a touch of surprise as my shorts landed somewhere on the floor. Hadn’t I ever told him that before?

“I might have been broken then, but I wasn’t dead.” I smiled as I sat up and rose to my knees.

His eyes raked over me as he dragged his tongue across his lower lip. “The things I’m going to do to you,” he murmured.