Just as he reached over, he felt her move. She shifted and slid, traveled down his body and went to work on his jeans. Shimmied them down his legs.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched her fingers trail over him. Saw her hair cascade against his thighs. The sight held him there. Speechless. And when she slid her mouth over him, took him deep inside after licking along his length, he had to fight not to lose it.

“Maddie.” His fingers slid through her silky hair. He guided his length in and out of her mouth, slowly torturing himself.

When she lifted her head, wetness glistened on her lips. “Now, Connor.”

The sexy growl to her voice got him moving. He threw out an arm and tugged on the drawer knob. The contents thudded as he jerked it closer to him. He sighed with relief when his fingertips touched the condom.

He had it out and the wrapper open in record time. Before he could roll it on, she took over. Slipped it over him as he twitched and bit back a moan.

He wasn’t sure when she stripped off her underwear, but she traveled back up his body naked and determined. His hands settled on her hips and he guided her down. She slipped over him and sank down with her inner muscles grabbing him and pulling him in deeper.

Praise gravity or her expertise, but the plunging inside her wiped out the last of the hold on his control. His hips lifted off the bed as he moved in and out. Her fingernails dug into his chest and her knees pressed against his sides. Heat swirled around them and his breathing hitched.

He barely felt or heard any of it. His body took over, a sensation so primal and raw that it ripped through him. His hips shifted and her body wrapped around his. By the time he let go and let the orgasm overcome him, he no longer saw anything but her body covering his. That face so close to his as he threaded his fingers through hers.

It took more than a few minutes for his brain to blink on again. When he finally opened his eyes he looked up at the off-white ceiling and tried to regain his breathing.

Her hair rested against his cheek and her head fit into the space under his chin. She had pulled up the comforter, somehow wrestled it out from under their bodies, and it now covered their legs.

“Okay,” she said into the quiet darkness.

That was a pretty big understatement as far as he was concerned. “Okay?”

“Not a reflection of anything other than the fact it’s the only word I could form right then.” Her voice sounded breathy and uneven.

“That’s less insulting than saying okay. Sounds better.”