“Yeah. I told you, it’s temporary.” His ex had put his shit in storage when he was in prison, and that was where it would stay until he figured out where he was heading. “Fuck it.” He grabbed the mattress and threw it on the floor, sending the throw pillow tumbling beside it.

Madigan giggled and flopped down to the mattress. Leaning on her palms and crossing her legs at the ankles, she patted the space beside her. “You coming?”

He drank in her sexy curves, the neatly trimmed tuft of hair between her legs, and those mysterious musical notes he was dying to ask about. He cocked a grin and lowered himself to his knees, crawling over her until they were eye to eye. “I’m not coming until you’re thoroughly orgasmed out.”

“I really did pick the right guy.”

He pressed his lips to hers, and she opened for him as he lowered her down to her back and took his time devouring her mouth before kissing his way down her body, slowing at the spots that made her breathing hitch or a giggle slip out. Damn, that was a sweet sound. He wanted to know all her erogenous zones, and as he kissed each of the musical notes, nipping at the dip at her waist and the flare of her hips, earning sighs, moans, giggles, and sounds that were too erotic to describe, he learned every one of the spots that turned her on. At least on her front. Her backside would have to wait, because the scent of her arousal and her greedy pleas drew him in. The first slick of his tongue brought a loud, surrendering moan. He grabbed a throw pillow, sliding it under her hips, and guided her legs over his shoulders. “Watch me eat you.”

Crimson stained her cheeks as she watched him lick, taunt, tongue-fuck, and suck. Her hands fisted, thighs trembling. “Lick your fingers and run them over your nipples,” he said gruffly, and she did as he pushed two fingers inside her and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth.

“Ohmygod—”

Her sensual sounds filled the room as he feasted and fucked her with his hands and mouth, until she cried out so loud, it echoed around them. He didn’t relent. He continued his ministrations, drinking in her arousal, reaching up to squeeze her nipples, sending her over the edge again, as “Tobias—” flew from her lips.

He lapped up everything she had to give, her essence seeping into his tongue, down his throat, becoming a part of him he knew he’d taste forever.

When she finally came down from her high, he grabbed his wallet, fishing out a condom, and sheathed his length. Leaving the pillow in place, he moved over her, blue eyes gazing up at him through a lustful haze. He kissed her softly. “Still want me in?”

“More than ever,” she said in one long breath, her arms circling him.