“You hear me, love? You hear my voice?” He kissed the back of her neck, wrapping one arm around her and holding himself up on the weight bench with the other. “It’s going to go deep from this angle.”

She curled her ass back into his lap, pushing the head of him into her. “I love your voice. I want you to do it hard. It doesn’t hurt, LJ.” She rocked back a little more, her muscles fluttering around him. “It feels so good.”

He curled his abs and eased into her with a long, exhaling groan.

She squeaked, squirmed a little, and started begging in tiny broken sounds that drove him out of his mind. He was pumping into her before he’d made the choice to do it, slamming so far in that the swollen head of his dick locked into some perfect, secret clasp that made her moan every time.

He had to hit that spot again. Again.

He dropped his hand farther down, where everything would be more sensitive.

She clamped her teeth against a scream, and she fisted around his dick as she crashed into orgasm again. He thrust even harder, his legs screaming as the head of his cock dragged through the convulsingly tight clasp of her. He exploded, hot waves of liquid bursting from his tip, spreading deep within her body. Just when he thought there couldn’t be any more, pleasure flashed brightly behind his eyes, pulsed once up his shaft, and then slowly ebbed away.

He held her with his one free arm, sweat slick between their bodies as he buried his face in her hair, breathing her scent with every ragged breath.

They needed to lie down. That one thought beat inside his head with every too-big beat of his heart, but it took him a second before he could pull out. Once he did, he maneuvered them until they were sitting, lifting Andra into his lap so he could hold her better.

“Oh my God,” she said, her head sagging against his shoulder. “I didn’t know. I just didn’t know.”

He grinned. “Did Cosmo magazine tell you that’s what a man likes to hear? Or am I just that good?”

She blew a hair out of her face and gave him a narrow-eyed look belied by the smile tugging at her lips. “You know, smugness is not attractive.”

“That’s not what you said a minute ago,” he teased. “I do believe you called me beautiful, Rodeo Queen.”

“I was under the influence at the time,” she mumbled, letting her head sag against his shoulder again.

He tugged her hip a little closer into his lap, dropping a kiss on her hair. She said something very soft, and he lifted his head. “What was that?”

“Do you think it’s because this place is so different from home? Why my attacks stopped, I mean?”