Every time they’d been together, he’d ended the night telling her—reminding himself—that it’d been fun, but it wouldn’t happen again. But last night he couldn’t even force himself to step up and say it.

This was it. The end. No more dicking around.

He had to distance himself before he got in any deeper.

Before he broke the heart of a woman who deserved nothing but beautiful things and amazing sex. A woman who deserved exactly what she said she didn’t want. Love, a ring on her finger, and a promise of forever.

She stirred in his arms, stretching like a cat, her supple ass grinding against his erection. Another sleepy, sensual, addicting noise slipped from her lips. That just might be the second-best sound he’d ever heard. The first being when she cried out his name in the throes of passion.

He ran his hand down her hip and kissed her neck.

She stilled and abruptly flipped over. “Shit. I slept over? I’m sorry. We’re not supposed to—”

She pushed to her feet, and he grabbed her wrist, shocking himself. He should let her go, let it end. But he wasn’t ready. He needed more. Just one more hour, one more fuck, a thousand more insane kisses.

He tugged her down to her hands and knees on the futon mattress, her luscious mouth close enough to lick. “The damage is already done.”

Her gaze slid to his eager cock, and she licked her lips.

“You want to suck it or ride it?”

A needy, breathy sound fell from her lips. So fucking sexy.

“Are you wet for me, Blue Eyes?” He reached between her legs, his fingers sliding through her wetness.

She closed her eyes, a moan slipping out.

“Eyes on me, beautiful.” When her eyes opened, he licked his fingers. “Sweet as honey.”

Her tits heaved with her heavy breaths, and the hunger in her eyes had him reaching for her. “Get your pretty little ass over here and ride me until you cream on my cock.”

A LONG WHILE later, after she’d come twice and he’d come once, her hands were pressed to the shower wall as he drove into her from behind, warm water raining down on them. The image of her riding him, her tits bouncing, eyes locked on him as she came, was etched in his mind. Just as this image would be. He clutched her hip in one hand, his other snaked around her, dipping to her clit. He’d learned to read her body, knew exactly what she needed and when to push for more.

“Tobias…Oh God—”