“Not according to my mother, sweetheart.” Watching her face, he slowly slid one finger inside her, sending her right to the brink of orgasm.

She gasped at the overwhelming sensation.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured, then bent his head and took her into his mouth, sucking and licking even as his finger slid in and out.

“Oooooh.” The explosion of pleasure was so intense it drove all the air from her lungs. She gasped for air and screamed as she convulsed in a blinding climax.

His finger thrust deeper, sending her over, again and again and again, until she was reduced to quivering jelly.

As she pulled in lungfuls of air, he smiled down at her. “Jesus, I love the way you sound when you come. How you look.” He kissed her mound lightly and moved her leg from around him so he could rise and shed his jeans.

Mmmm. His cock was fully proportional with his size—thick and long and very erect. His balls hung between his legs, potently full.

His wallet was in the coffee table basket, and he slipped out a condom and sheathed himself.

Easing himself down, he settled on his knees between her thighs, lifted her hand, and curled her fingers around his cock. Cazzo, he was big. He made a low rumbling sound of enjoyment when she tightened her grip and gave an experimental pump.

His gaze assessed her expression. “You all right with continuing, Ms. Bocelli? We can stop now if you want.”

She snorted and answered by pulling his cock toward her.

His laugh rang through the room. “All right then.” Setting a hand beside her shoulder to brace his weight, he used the other hand to set his cock at her entrance and slicken the head. “I love how wet you are for me.”

His deep voice, his care for her comfort added layers of excitement. Her arousal rose under his touch, his voice.

Slowly, he worked his way in, inexorably stretching her, filling her until her whole lower half throbbed with excitement.

“You feel amazing, city girl.” Bull kept a firm grip on his control, enjoying the little sounds she was making—the tiny inhalation as he pushed deeper, the almost inaudible moan as he withdrew. Yeah, it’d be far too easy to shoot before he was ready—and he intended to take his time and savor this moment.

Damn, he enjoyed her—her courage, sure, but also her sense of humor, her ability to laugh at herself, her kindness to Gryff. How she talked to Hawk without acting afraid. The way she lost herself in her orgasm with a scream. Fuck, he’d almost come right then like a horny teen.