She barely had time to catch her breath before Bash scooped her off the counter, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her to the bedroom.

He fused his mouth to hers as he laid her on the bed, his body coming down on top of hers. She made free use of her hands, sliding her fingertips over the smooth muscle of his shoulders and down his arms, then lifted against him, letting him know what she wanted. But he continued to kiss her, using his mouth to drive her absolutely crazy until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her body was on fire, and there was only one way to douse the flames.

She pushed on his chest, and when he lifted to look down at her, she said, “No more preliminaries, Bash. I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyes were pure wicked desire as he pushed himself off of her and dropped his jeans. Just gazing at the pure perfection of his naked body created a spiral of deep, dark need that demanded satisfaction. And only Bash could satisfy her.

She took off the T-shirt she’d been wearing and cast it aside, while he reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. He made quick work of putting it on, then he was right with her again.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” he said.

“So have I.” She brushed his hair away from his face, feeling an emotional tenderness that was probably inappropriate right now, but she couldn’t hold it back.

He grasped her hand and kissed her palm, then placed her hand around his neck, nestled in between her legs, and slid into her.

He kept eye contact with her as he seated himself fully inside her.

Tears pricked her eyes at the convergence of emotion and physicality of the moment. There was so much going on with the way her body felt, the absolute perfection of the way they were joined, and the look in Bash’s eyes as he began to move against her, that she almost couldn’t handle it.

But this wasn’t meant to be an emotional moment—just physical. She squeezed her eyes shut, determined to wash away the emotion and let the physical take over.

“Chelsea.” His words were a whispered caress, a lover’s touch on her senses. “Look at me.”

She couldn’t not obey the sweet words of his command. She opened her eyes, and met his gaze as he thrust, slow and easy, the two of them connected so intimately it seared her, connected her to him in ways she’d never imagined.

She was awash in sensation, from the way his chest rubbed her breasts to the absolutely perfect way his body touched hers. She swept her foot along his leg, feeling the crisp hairs there. Everything about him, from the hardness of his thighs to the softness of his hair, made her tingle all over. He had a powerful body, a body made to do amazing things to her body. And as she quivered around him, she was glad she’d made this decision.

It might only be a physical response, but they just … fit. It was so right and it felt so good to be in this moment with Bash, to lose herself in this wild roller coaster of insane pleasure, to let go and fall helplessly as he dropped fully on top of her, cupped her butt, and tilted her pelvis up, grinding against her and spiraling her right out of control.

She reached up to grab a handful of his hair, needing that lifeline connection to him as she released. It was a mind-numbing experience to feel that burst of orgasm, her gaze locked with his, watching him as he went with her.

She’d never expected something this crazy good, but there it was, and she had no hope of tamping down the emotions that came along with the explosion of pleasure that rocked her to her core.

When he kissed her, it didn’t help ground her at all. It only served to lift her even higher. She grabbed on to his arms, locked her legs around his hips, and continued the journey until she felt out of her body, floating on an endless cloud of deep pleasure.

Panting and out of breath, she smoothed her hands over Bash’s back and down his arms, needing to feel for herself that this was actually real—that he was real and not some made-up version of a fantasy she’d created in her mind.

He lifted his head and looked down at her, smiling in that sexy way he had about him.

“That was good for a start.”

Now there was some reality. “A start, huh?”

“Yeah. Now I’m hungry. How about we get dressed and go out for breakfast?”

She wasn’t sure how she felt about being seen with him in public on a Sunday morning. It seemed an awful lot like a morning-after. And then if she ran into anyone she knew, there’d be questions—ones she wasn’t prepared to answer.

“I could cook you breakfast,” she said.

He arched a brow. “Nah. Then there’s dishes, and who wants that?” He rolled out of bed. “Come on.”

Deciding her concerns were probably a little ridiculous, she followed him into the bathroom, cleaned up, then got dressed, already preparing in her head how to answer any questions people might ask.

She and Bash could have run into each other on the way to breakfast, then decided to eat together. A perfectly reasonable explanation.

She left the bedroom and found her shoes in the living room next to the sofa. Her body tightened at the thought of how Bash had taken off her shoes and undressed her there last night, along with all the other delicious things he’d done to her.

One would think that after the amazing orgasms he’d given her, she’d have had her fill and be more than satisfied. But as he came up to stand beside her, she had a sudden urge to fling herself against him and kiss him, say, “Screw breakfast,” and go for more.

Okay, so maybe she hadn’t had her fill just yet. And he had asked for the entire day, hadn’t he?