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—”

She cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy pulsing around him. He stayed with her, pumping and grinding as they rode out her pleasure. Unwanted emotions trampled through him. He tried to fuck them away, thrusting harder, taking her rougher, but it only drove them deeper, until he felt them taking root, sparking a storm that tried to rip those roots to shreds. Conflicting emotions pummeled him as she came down from the peak, her shoulders dropping, the tension in her body easing, as she panted out, “So good.”

He thrust harder, pumping up that storm.

This was it. It had to be the last time he’d ever be buried deep inside her. The last time he’d feel her come or hear the excruciatingly erotic sounds spilling from her lungs. Suddenly a selfish bastard, he was going to make damn sure she would feel him for days and think of him every time someone else touched her, wishing they could make her feel as good as he did. But he knew nobody would ever be able to, because she was fucking right when she’d said they were made for each other. Made for this.

He moved his hand from her hip to her ass, massaging the soft globe, rubbing circles over her clit with his other hand.

Her head fell back with a breathy, “Yes.”

He slid his fingers down the crack of her ass, teasing over her tightest entrance. She arched, pushing back against his finger. “Tell me you want it,” he said gruffly, needing to hear her.