Like he could deny that breathy plea. Shifting, he kissed and nibbled and licked, and then nibbled some more as he made his way down her body, absorbing her soft sighs, smiling against her skin when he slowed, and she writhed for more.

“Don’t tease me…” she panted out.

But that’s exactly what he was going to do. He kissed the inside of one thigh and then turned his head to kiss the other. She quivered. “Diego.”

The breathless demand in her voice along with ten fingernails digging into his shoulders made him smile.

“You’d laugh at me after getting me to this…this state?”

He lowered his head and took a leisurely lick at her.

Her eyes practically rolled back in her head as she rocked up into his mouth, her fingers fisted in his hair now. She was probably going to make him bald before he hit thirty-one, but he didn’t care. Instead, he did it again, and she cried out. So, he repeated it. Over and over until she came for him, her body damp and trembling as he reached for his nightstand and grabbed a condom.

She sat up and insisted on rolling it on, which had him sweating because her hands felt so good. And the way she’d gotten up close and personal on her knees, the tip of her tongue out as she concentrated, he had to close his eyes to try and avoid finishing before he’d even barely gotten started.

He slowly pushed into her, stopping immediately when her nails dug into his ass. He didn’t want to hurt her, he never wanted to hurt her.

“Oh my God, don’t stop.” Her voice was soft and throaty. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not hurting you?”

“No!” She made a little movement with her hips, making him lose what little restraint he had. He sank into her completely. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him as close as she possibly could, her hands roaming his shoulders and back, everywhere she could reach.

Her nails dug into his ass, and he didn’t care. Lifting his head, he met her gaze.

She smiled.

And, damn, he was a dead man, because he loved her smile. When he began to move, she moaned and rocked in sync with him. In less than a minute, he was breathing in ragged pants. A guy who ran five miles every morning should not be breathless this fast, but it wasn’t the exertion.

It was finally being with her again and discovering that their magic still existed. Her fingers slid back up to tangle in his hair, and she pulled him down for another kiss. Her breathing was quick and shallow, her cheeks flushed. When she opened her eyes, he could see they were stormy gray and filled with desire and hunger.

For him.

She was so beautiful, she made his throat hurt.

She kept her eyes open, and they stared at each other as they moved together, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. So beautiful… And then he couldn’t think anymore because she was coming again, gripping him so tightly, he couldn’t breathe—not that he needed air when he had her.