“You know this about me, Sarafina.” He kissed her again, his tongue snaking between her lips. He broke the kiss, breathing hard. “And this.” He went to his knees and ran his hands over her rear, pulling her toward him. His tongue snaked between her thighs and laved over her clit with a masterfulness that made her eyes roll back into her head.

She tried to stay on task, but his hands and his tongue on her sex made all the thought that had been in her head suddenly blow away as if it had never existed. She rested her head back against the wall and moaned out his name.

She struggled against the distraction, but damned if he wasn’t doing a really good job. “We fit well, you and I, Theo. Come on, you can’t deny it.” Her sex was becoming excited again, her clit plumping and growing more sensitive. Only he’d ever been able to do that to her—push her from one climax straight into another.

Theo rose to his feet and lifted her, settling her thighs over his hips and sliding his cock deep within her.

She gasped in surprise at the quick movement and the strength it took to do it, then she moaned at the sensation of having him filling her once more. The world only felt completely right when he was inside her, a part of her.

“Yes, we do fit well together, he murmured, pinning her against the wall and thrusting deep inside her.

“Don’t make this into something sexual.” She slurred her words as if drunk. “I didn’t mean sexually, even though . . . oh!” He jabbed up inside her, increasing the pace and length of his thrusts. “Even though the sex between us is really, really, oh, good.”

“Stop talking.” He nuzzled her throat and bit the tender part where her shoulder met her neck.

“No,” she whispered. She closed her eyes for a moment. The head of his cock was brushing her G-spot in this position. “I won’t stop because—”

He backed away from the wall and deposited her on the slick tile floor of the large shower and flipped her onto her stomach. He slid a hand under her abdomen and lifted her, fitting them pelvis to rear before thrusting his cock roughly back inside her sex.

Theo liked to take her this way. Maybe because missionary was too intimate? After all, in this position he didn’t have to look into her eyes. Now it was all about the joining of their bodies—not of their hearts.

But, unfortunately, where Theo and sex was concerned, she seemed to be powerless and soon all her rational cognition was gone in a tidal wave of primal need.