“You’re welcome.” He lowered his mouth to hers, driving into her in one hard thrust. She clung to him, clearly getting a second wind as she met his efforts one for one. She was so tight, so greedy for him. He hiked up her knees, pounding deeper into her, and tore his mouth away with the need to see her. Their eyes connected, their bodies moving in perfect sync, and with every thrust he felt their connection deepening, strengthening. When she surrendered to their passion, crying out in ecstasy, she was so damn beautiful, he felt himself getting lost in her.

He needed to end that shit and fought against his release. When she went limp beneath him, he smacked the side of her ass. “On your hands and knees, Blue Eyes.”

Her eyes widened with excitement, and she scrambled up on all fours, her perfect, heart-shaped ass there for the taking. She glanced over her shoulder, mahogany hair dancing around her beautiful face, eyes brimming with so much desire, it was palpable. Fuck. He kissed her spine, running his hands along the dip at her waist and the swell of her hips. “Gorgeous.”

He brushed his palm over her supple ass as he aligned their bodies. “Keep your legs together.” He pushed into her, feeling her legs squeezing, pussy tightening like a vise. “That’s it.” She squeezed tighter, and man, that felt good. “Good girl.” He thrust, gradually gaining speed. “You feel incredible.” Where was all this praise coming from? He wasn’t normally like that. He grabbed her hair in one hand, planting his other on her shoulder for leverage as he pounded into her. Their skin grew slick with their efforts, and when she lowered herself onto her elbows, her head falling forward, he drove deeper, the pleasure agonizingly exquisite.

“Faster,” she pleaded. “I want to feel you lose control.”

“Then you’re losing it with me.” He wrapped an arm around her belly, sliding his fingers between her legs.

“I can’t,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve already come so many times.”

“Yes, you can, and you will.” He zeroed in on her clit, thrusting faster, earning more sexy pleas. The sounds of flesh on flesh rang out, the scent of sex permeating the air, and he was so close to coming, when she squeezed her legs tighter, he nearly lost it.

“Tobias—” she pleaded shakily.

“Come with me, Madigan. Come for me.”

“Not without you.”

“I’m ready, baby. So damn ready to explode.”