The head of his cock breached her entrance, and he groaned at how tight she was. “Give me your hands.” She did, and he laced them with his, settling them beside her head. “I don’t want to hurt you. If it’s too much, squeeze my hand.” She nodded, and he brushed his lips along her cheek. “You feel so fucking good.” He met her gaze as he pushed in slowly. Her hands tightened around his, and he stilled.

“Don’t stop,” she said with a laugh.

“I thought I hurt you.”

She shook her head. “Feels good. I’m just holding on for the ride. Do it fast, all at once.”

“With that pillow under your hips, I’m going deep. You sure?”

“Unless you’re too much of a Boy Scout,” she taunted.

With that, he thrust in deep and she cried out. His head dipped beside hers. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

She giggled. “We might have to do this a few times so you can tell the difference between a cry of ecstasy and one of pain.”

“Thank Christ.” He withdrew, then drove in again. This time when she cried out, he felt like a fucking god and continued pounding into her, her loud cries like applause.

Someone banged on the wall, and Madigan’s eyes widened. “I forgot you have neighbors.”

“I’ve never had a woman here before. I didn’t know the walls were so thin.”

“That’s kind of rude of them.”

“Maybe they’re jealous.”

“Or maybe they’re dicks.” Her eyes filled with mischief, and she shouted, “Yes! More! Oh, Tobias!”

Another bang on the wall rang out, and they both cracked up.

“You’re a troublemaker, and I fucking love it.” He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her slowly as they began to move, gradually gaining in intensity, finding a rhythm that bound them together in a moaning, grunting, pleading tangle of limbs and cries. The banging on the wall took a back seat to the thrum of desire pounding between them as he ground his pelvis against her clit, and she shattered beneath him, crying out as her inner muscles pulsed tight and perfect around his cock. He fought against his own mounting release, riding out her climax, taking her right up to the verge of another. Madigan clung to him, those mesmerizing baby blues silently imploring him, like she was hanging on by a thread, waiting for him to go over the edge with her. With the next thrust, he abandoned all restraint, catapulting them both into ecstasy. Her eyes slammed shut, and she arched and bucked beneath him. He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in as he came so hard, it felt like it was ripped from his bones.