She moaned against his mouth, breaking their kiss to pant, “God, yes…Grady,” and then she kissed him again and he was lost.

Lost to the touch and the feel and the taste of her, to the tight, wet clench of her and the soft breathy sounds of her as he entered and withdrew in slow, easy strokes, caught in a rhythm that was purely theirs. His blood flowed thick and hot through his veins and pulsed with the tempo of their joining through his belly and his temples and his groin.

The pleasure built slowly—so slowly—like musical notes layering one on top of the other to a crescendo, and Grady wrung every moment out of the build. Enjoying the feel of her under him, around him, reveling in every hitch of her breath, every moan, every desperate clutch of his ass pushing him closer and closer. When she started to tighten around him and gasp, “Yes, yes,” against his mouth, his own orgasm rumbled through his system, and when her back bowed and eyes flew open and she clamped tight around his length, he broke, too, their gazes locking as they came together, crying out into the night, two hearts and two souls intimately entwined.

…

Suzanne stirred a while later. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep or what had even woken her. For a moment, she thought it was the vicious howl of the wind that seemed to have ratcheted up to banshee status—not an official meteorological term—but then she became aware of a pair of hot lips kissing her neck and an even hotter part of Grady’s anatomy pressing into the cleft of her buttocks.

She vaguely recalled that he’d moved not long after they’d collapsed in a heap and that she’d made some kind of protest, but he had hushed her and said he’d be back and he’d returned shortly after, his arm sliding possessively around her waist as he’d spooned her, and she didn’t remember anything after that until now.

Opening her eyes, the low flame and bright-red coals of the fire were the first thing she saw, the warmth on her face and body deliciously toasty. Sighing, she snuggled into Grady, squirming against him appreciatively. A deep groan caused her nipples to harden, and she shivered as his tongue stroked up the side of her neck to just under her ear.

“You’re awake,” he muttered, his breath hot, goose bumps prickling over her scalp.

“What’s the time?”

“Just after one.”

Suzanne rolled onto her back, and he shifted, propping himself on an elbow to look down at her, his other hand drawing circles on her stomach, striking sparks beneath her skin. “Sorry, I passed out.” She lifted her hand to smooth her palm along his soft, scratchy whiskers, which caused a few more sparks.