Her tiny internal muscles pulsed around him. The fullness, the heat. She felt him everywhere and wanted more.

She held on to his forearms as he moved back and forth inside her. His speed increased and her body tightened. She felt raw, exposed, and uninhibited. The need to scream his name surprised her, and she started to when the orgasm overtook her. Her fingers tightened on his arm and her nails dug into his skin. Control exploded and all she could do was savor the sensation as he sank into her.

Her hips shook as the last of the pleasure moved through her. No longer able to hold back, she ran her palms over him, slipped a hand down to the small of his back, and urged him deeper inside her. Her skin, so sensitive from his touch and kisses, had her mouth dropping open.

A groan rumbled from deep inside his chest. A sexy sound that made her want to watch him. His shoulders stiffened and his hands tightened on the backs of her thighs. The pleasure hit him and shook through his whole body. When he finally collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her legs and arms around him and held on.

Minutes passed, maybe more. Without moving, she closed her eyes and let the heat from his body seep into hers. His body grew heavy and her stomach rumbled.

That last issue needed to be addressed. She couldn’t ignore that sound for very long. After that workout, she needed food. “Connor.”

“Yeah?” He mumbled the question into her hair.

The hot puffs of air against her skin tempted her to put food off for just a little longer. “I am so hungry.”

He laughed as he lifted off her and rolled to the side. “Lucky for you there’s food just a few steps away.”

“Good. I need my strength.”

He flipped over to his back and lay there in a sexy sprawl with his eyes closed. “I’m hoping that means we’re doing this again tonight. Maybe a few times.”

She sat up and rested a hand on his very impressive chest. “Definitely, but I meant for tomorrow.”

He opened one eye and looked up at her. “What happens tomorrow?”

She traced a circle on his bare, damp skin, prolonging the inevitable. “I tell Evan to go home.”

Both of Connor’s eyes opened now. “I really want to celebrate that idea, but you weren’t wrong earlier. He is the expert. Asshole or not, he knows what he’s doing.”

Wow. That probably took a lot for him to admit. She could almost hear him grit his teeth in resignation.

“He can be less of a jerk while doing it.” Maddie didn’t actually have any proof of that. Evan had always been heavy-handed. But she could hope.

Connor must have sensed her doubts because he smiled. “Is he actually capable of that?”