“You have to come for me, baby. I can’t hold out much longer. You feel way too damned good, and I’ve wanted you for too long.”

His words and the look in his eyes sent me to the brink, and then he pushed me right over it with his body.

I cried out his name as the orgasm barreled through me, stronger and deeper than the first had been.

“Yes,” he groaned with a kiss. “I love you.” His grip shifted, and his hips swung with abandon as his control snapped.

I clung to him through the aftershocks of my orgasm, and he joined me with his own, my name on his lips as his face fell to the cradle of my neck as it took him.

Moments passed while we struggled to catch our breath. He rolled to the side so he wouldn’t crush me, taking me with him so my leg still draped over his hip.

His gaze flitted over my features, taking in everything before settling on my eyes. He reached for my face and pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Mine,” he said softly.

I could hardly deny it, nor did I want to. The man had just transformed my entire reality and tethered himself to my soul.

“Mine.” I smiled and kissed him right back.

“True.” He grinned.

We both cleaned up, and neither of us put clothes on as we slid back between the sheets.

He pulled me against him with a kiss. “I think you just changed the tides. That blew every fantasy I’ve ever had clean out of the water.”

“Glad I could live up to the hype.” I kissed his chin. How different this night had turned out, and yet this was exactly where I’d imagined we’d wind up. A thought sobered me, and I pulled away to look at Jackson. “How is Hastings’s leg? I didn’t think to call Christina.”

He swallowed and yanked his gaze from mine, blinking rapidly. “Oh, uh. I’m not sure. I think Garrett mentioned that he might need a screw or two so they can set it.”

My face puckered. “That stinks. I’ll bake some cookies and take them over tomorrow.”

“You are entirely too sweet.” He pulled me into another kiss, and this one deepened. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I only had the one condom. The rest are at my house, and I don’t want to leave you here, all warm and naked, but I also know we’re about three minutes away from starting up again.” His brow puckered.

“Three minutes, huh? You’re certain about that?” I teased.

He lifted a brow, took my hand to his groin, and my entire body liquefied at how hard he already was again.

“Hmm. Good thing I’m a big girl and bought a box myself, because that feels more like two minutes than three.” I stroked him with a pump of my hand.