The rough sound of her name on his lips nearly sent her flying over the edge. She opened her eyes, forcing them to focus. A sprinkle of sweat covered his forehead and that sexy crease where his throat met his collarbone.

When he lifted his other hand, she thought he might pull her down for a kiss. When he slipped it into the tight space at the opening of her jeans and rubbed in circles right over that sensitive spot that sent her reeling, she lost it.

The orgasm slammed through her. Her body bucked and her thighs pressed even harder against him. The shaking and pulsing wouldn’t stop. She bit back a scream and kept the chanting of his name in her head.

By the time the waves of pleasure died down, she no longer had any strength. Her muscles gave out and she collapsed on top of him. A heap of hair and heavy breathing.

The soothing caress of his fingers tracing circles on her back made her eyes drift shut. All thoughts of getting up or rolling off him or saying something that made sense left her mind. He’d wrung every ounce of energy out of her.

After a few minutes of silence a few things hit her. A slight chill in the room. The bulge pressing against her stomach.

Yeah, she really wanted to do something about that but she needed a second.

She lifted away from the hand that still rested against her and slid off him. A few kicks and her jeans hit the floor. One roll and she was on her back, staring at the ceiling and listening to their labored breathing die down.

“You are so good at that.” She meant it. He seemed to excel at everything and this proved to be no different.

“Maybe I am a handyman.”

She laughed as she rolled to her side and snuggled against him. “That was a terrible joke.”

“I bet Paul would have liked it.”

They both laughed that time. She had no idea where she found the energy to make the noise. “Give me a second.”

He looked at her. “For?”

He was either the least selfish person on earth or he thought she was the greediest one.

She lifted up with her head resting in her palm and looked at him. His body stretched out on the bed. Those long legs were still packed into those jeans but the rest of him, every impressive inch, was open to her view. “Do you think we’re done?” she asked.

“I’m following your lead.”

“So sexy.”

She lay there for a few more minutes, stunned at the comfortable silence. Brushing her fingers over his bare chest. Trying to ignore how right this felt.

Her hand dipped lower, down the front of his pants. Skimmed over his length and watched as his eyes eased shut. He was hard and ready but still he waited.