But I couldn’t help myself. I cursed and growled, my jaw clenched, my muscles flexing—arms, back, abs, legs. My body was hot and tight, desperate with the need to release all the tension and ache and frustration and anger that had been building inside me for so long and was now wrapped in uncontrollable desire for this woman begging me to come and asking nothing in return. She wanted me for me. She wanted my body because it turned her on. She wanted my cock inside her because it fucking felt good there—so good I exploded inside her with the force of a volcanic eruption. My world went black, and everything seemed to move in slow motion as the orgasm took over my body, making it billow and throb again and again and again.

Afterward, the first thing I was aware of was the scent of her hair. Then the sound of her breath. I opened my eyes and saw her propped against the wall in front of me, palms flattened above her head.

I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my lips to her shoulder. “You okay?”

“Yes.” She paused. “Wow. I can’t believe I did that.”

“Did what?”

“Um, all of it. Came over here wearing heels but not knickers. Had two orgasms. Demanded sexual things.”

I laughed. “I’m not complaining. In fact, I would like to tell you right now that you are welcome to come to my house every night of the week wearing heels but not knickers and demand sexual things—as long as you don’t expect me to behave like a gentleman once I let you in.”

“I think I’d be offended if you did. Half the fun was just seeing your face when I took off that coat.”

“Half?”

She giggled. “Maybe not half. But your reaction was perfect. And it made me feel so good. Almost as good as the two orgasms.”

“I’m glad.” Carefully, I pulled out of her. “Don’t move, okay?”

“Okay.”

Tucking myself back into my jeans and zipping them up, I hurried into the kitchen and grabbed a clean dish towel, wetting it with warm water from the sink before returning to the front hall.

“Thanks,” she said, reaching for it. She’d tugged her dress back into place.

“Let me.” I knelt in front of her, moved her dress again, and gently cleaned her up. When I got to my feet again, I saw that she was wiping tears from beneath her eyes. I tossed the towel aside and took her in my arms. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I was trying not to be rough, but—”

“No, no. It’s not that.” She threw her arms around me and held on tight, weeping on my shoulder. “You’re just such a good man, Henry.”

“That’s why you’re crying?”

“Yes.”

I rubbed her back. “I feel a little lost.”