He gave her what she needed, and as her orgasm crashed over her, his name flew from her lips like the best fucking prayer he’d ever heard. He crushed his mouth to hers, capturing her cries, and stayed with her until she collapsed, breathless, against him. Her heart raced as he stroked her back, his fingers still buried deep, soaking in the lingering pulses.

He kissed beside her ear, whispering, “You’re so damn beautiful,” bringing her heavily lidded eyes to his. He caressed her cheek and pressed his lips to hers as he withdrew his fingers. “I want to taste you—all of you.” He painted her lips with her arousal and dragged his tongue along the same path, licking them clean. Her breath hitched with every slick of his tongue, and he was aching to grab her beautiful face and kiss her fiercely, but instead, he gave her the reins with one last demand—“Kiss me—” curious about what she’d do with them.

He didn’t pull her to him, letting her set their pace.

She kissed him softly at first, and he followed her lead with tender slicks of his tongue and light kisses that left him hungry for more. She touched her forehead to his, her warm breath coasting over his mouth as she ran her fingers over his cheeks and beard. She didn’t say a word, just touched him like she was memorizing his features, pressing kisses to his lips, his cheeks, his jaw, all the while grinding along his shaft. She kissed his neck, ran her fingers through his hair and over the muscles in his jaw. He’d never been touched so intimately, and he felt himself getting twisted up inside again. Every touch, every rock of her hips, increased his anticipation, until the emotions and sensations became too much, and he grabbed her hair, tugging her head back, regaining control.

Flames danced in her eyes as he held her there and lowered his mouth a whisper away from hers. “You’re a dangerous woman, Blue Eyes.” He kissed her hard, and they both went a little wild, as they had the other night, groping and thrusting. He lifted her to her feet, and they stripped each other bare between urgent, messy kisses, clothes flying, laughter ringing out when he lost his balance trying to kick off his jeans, nearly toppling them both to the floor.

Her eyes locked on his erection, and a grin lifted her cheeks. “Guess I picked the right guy. Are you sure that thing is real? I’ve never seen one so thick.”

He grinned and hauled her to him, kissing her breathless.

“Bedroom?” she panted out.

“Futon.” He went to open it, but it got stuck halfway. “Damn it.” What the hell had he been thinking, bringing her home to this shithole?

She giggled. “Is that your bed?”