He scooted her back off. Dawdled at the corner of her mouth. When was he going to get to the slam, bam part?

“Why don’t you just lie back and rest for a while?” he whispered.

Rest? “Oh, I definitely don’t—”

He caught her shoulders, nestled his thumbs in her armpits, started that trail of kisses again. Only this time he kept going.

Before long his hands were at her knees, pushing them far apart. His hair brushed her inner thighs, so sensitive now that she quivered. And then he claimed her with his mouth.

The gentle suction … the sweet thrusts … She couldn’t breathe. She caught his head, pleading. Her hips buckled as the waves seized her once again.

This time when she’d calmed, he didn’t tease her. Instead, he grabbed the condom she’d forgotten about, eased his body over hers, and gazed down with those green eyes. His skin was hot beneath her hands, and the blaze of late-afternoon sun streaming through the window burnished him with molten gold. She felt his muscles quivering beneath her palms as the effort to hold back became too much for him. Still, he gave her all the time in the world.

She opened … stretched to accept him.

He filled her slowly, kissing her, soothing her. She loved him for the careful care he was taking, and slowly, her body accepted his.

But even when he’d buried himself, he didn’t ram at her. Instead, he began a slow, silken thrusting.

It was delicious, but it wasn’t enough, and she realized she no longer wanted his restraint. She wanted him free and wild. She wanted him to luxuriate in her body, to use it for his pleasure. Wrapping her legs around him, she grasped his hips and urged him on.

The leash he’d held on his self-control snapped. He plunged. She moaned and met his thrust. It was like being burned in a fire of the senses.

He was too big for her, too strong, too fierce … Absolutely perfect.

The sun burned hotter until it exploded. They flew together into a brilliant crystalline void.

He’d never made love to a woman with a bunny on her panties. But then, there was a lot about making love with Molly that was different from anything he’d experienced. Her enthusiasm, her generosity … Why should he be surprised?

Kevin slid his hand over her hip and thought about how good it had been, even though she’d acted strange at first, almost as if she were trying to convince herself to be afraid of him. He remembered the way she’d stood before him in her bra and bunny panties, with her head high and shoulders back. If an American flag had been waving behind her, she’d have looked like a very sexy Marine Corps recruiting poster. The few, the proud, the cottontailed.