Daniel leant across the mattress, grabbed his pack and rummaged for the condom he had stashed away for such a joyous occasion.

He used his feet to push off the jeans holding his ankles captive and tying him in knots.

“Hurry, Dan,” she urged. Her pu**y, fiery hot, rubbed against his thigh as he moved back between her legs. Her h*ps pushed at him.

It was exhilarating, the way she wanted him. Exactly what he needed, craved. “Hurry.”

“My greedy girl.” He ripped open the wrapper with his teeth, rolled it on without preamble. Fingers kneaded his shoulders like a cat working on a lounge. He rubbed the head of his c**k up and down the seam of her sex, teasing them both before positioning himself against her and pushing in, sweet and slow.

Holy shit. The feel of her taking him sent heat licking over his skin. They fit together just right. He had known they would. Some things were facts of the universe. It didn’t do to question them.

She was a little tight. He was a little big. Together, perfect.

“Oh.” Her mouth formed the letter perfectly.

“Oh?” he asked, rubbing his lips along her jaw. Thoroughly enjoying the long, slow slide of his c**k gaining ground inside her, the way her body hugged him tight. His whole world was remade on the journey. His breath was choppy and his toes curled. Everything as it should be. “Ali, baby?”

His girl gasped as he pulled back, pushed in anew, fingernails dug into his skin, clinging onto his shoulders. When she answered him she tried to play it cool and calm. Didn’t quite manage to pull it off with her mouth trembling like it was.

Nice to know he wasn’t the only one affected.

“Hmm?”

“Oh, good?” He freed up a hand to pluck at a nipple, roll the tight bead between thumb and finger. True cause and effect. She got wetter, and he got hotter.

“Yes,” she said.

He knew he was in serious trouble. Legs wrapped around him, holding him to her, urging him on with the upward tilt of her hips. And when she had taken al of him, with every inch of his dick in heaven, he knew this couldn’t last long, no matter his good intentions.

“Oh, yeah.” Her eyes were huge and dark, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. “That’s … that’s so good.”

Daniel dropped his head onto her shoulder, grazed his teeth over the line of her collarbone. Loving the way she shivered, wanting as much skin-to-skin contact with her as he could get.

All his. Every last bit of her.

His c**k jerked inside of her. She gasped, tightened on him till he had to count backward from ten to hold out. Not good.

He had grand plans. Romance. Fireworks. Everything and anything to make her his.

“I need to f**k you,” he admitted in defeat.

Her tone when she answered was bewildered, indulgent. “I thought that’s what we were doing.”

“No. I was trying to make love to you. I had intentions. But … I can’t.”

Her cunt squeezed him again. His last coherent thought fled. As far as non-verbal communication went, it was loud and clear.

He turned his head, hid his face against her neck and gave in to the need to have her. Hard and fast, losing himself in her. Taking everything she gave. The slick sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled his ears, competing with the roaring in his head and heart.

He fumbled his hand down her, searching the length of her with unsteady fingers, finding the place where her cl*t poked out, all ready for him.

Didn’t take much to send her over.

Her arms wrapped around his head, holding on tight. The muffled cries in his ear as she came and her cunt clenched at him set him off in turn with perfect synchronicity.

He might have bit at her soft, sweet neck, said something along the lines of, “Fuck yes, I love you.” But really, who could blame him?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ali woke up coming.

The dream of hands and mouth on her were real, the soft brush of hair and the scratch of stubble against her inner thighs not even vaguely imagined.

She lay spread open, horribly exposed. His broad shoulders were wedged between her thighs, and his focus was total. He didn’t leave her any room to hide. Daniel was terrifying.

She bit down on her bottom lip, smothering the noise before it could begin as the muscles in her legs and belly danced to his tune. He sucked at her, drawing it out. And out. And on, and on.

When he finally finished, she felt like she had been blown apart and put back together one molecule at a time. The whole mix was wildly unstable. She could fall apart at any moment. It was unprecedented, in a good way. But still, unnerving. This made it past time to face some facts.

Sex with Daniel was … unpredictable. Intense. There was no control. She had been kidding herself. No, lying. Lying to yourself was wel and truly messed up. She couldn’t contain the emotions he stirred up inside her. There would be no managing this. Daniel swiped his tongue gently up her center, dragging a needy whimper from her. Her h*ps twitched as he placed a ticklish kiss above her mound.

Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned up at her, obviously well pleased with himself.

“Breakfast of champions.”

She tried not to smile. It didn’t work out so wel . Her defenses were shredded. Part of her wondered how long it would take before she stopped fighting it altogether and let herself get carried along with his romantic craziness. “That was a sneak attack.”

“You’re welcome.”

Her feet rested on his back, his shoulders and arms holding her open. His two big hands spread across her stomach. There was more than a little “this is mine” in the positioning of his hands, and not an ounce of dignity in the pose, but who cared? There was no one but him to see her.