his fingers inside—
Her hands clamped around his arms and she held on tight.
“I can’t wait to be in you,” he rasped.
“Then don’t wait.” Her hips rocked against his hand. “Don’t make me wait.”
She was wet. For him. Turned on already.
He slid his fingers over her sex. He liked to touch her. Liked to explore every bit of her and hear the hitch of her breath. His cock shoved against the front of his jeans. The zipper was probably imprinted on him, and he didn’t even give a damn. He enjoyed touching her far too much to stop.
Would she climax for him this way? It would be so much better if she came now, then he could go in, drive deep, get her to erupt for him—
“Strip,” Victoria told him as her short nails bit into his arms. “Now, Wade, now.”
He liked the need in her voice. The sensual demand.
She pulled away from him and climbed onto the bed.
Wade stripped. Threw his shirt across the room. He ditched his shoes and socks and lowered himself onto the mattress. His hand curled around her hip and he leaned over her. He wanted her mouth beneath his, he wanted—
“You don’t have to seduce me,” Victoria whispered. “I’m ready now.”
Good to know. But he’d been fantasizing about her like mad for the last few weeks, and he wasn’t about to screw this up. She won’t ever think of freaking Flynn again. So he kissed her. Deep and hard, and he savored her. His hands stroked her body as he explored every single inch of her.
First her mouth. Then her neck. He pressed his mouth to her throat, right over the frantic beat of her pulse. He licked her and used the light edge of his teeth on her tender skin. She moaned for him then, so he did it again, harder.
He kissed her breasts. He loved the taste of her. Sweet. So sweet. She arched up against him when he licked her nipples. She whispered out his name.
And he kept exploring. He spread her legs wide and put his mouth on her.
This wasn’t going to be some fast hookup in the dark. By the time they were done, he’d own her body.
Just as she’d own his.
When she tried to pull away from his mouth, he put his hands on her hips, held her close, and he tasted her. He got a little drunk on her—a lot drunk as he stroked and licked and she came against his mouth.
She yelled out his name and he rose above her, still licking his lips. Still tasting her.
He grabbed for the condom in his wallet, and he was damn grateful the thing was there. He shoved his jeans away. Put on the condom.
My control is gone.
He’d just needed her to come first, come before he let that last thread break. She had to enjoy it, she had to enjoy me . . .
Because they weren’t going to be together just one time. Oh, no, he had plans for her . . .
“Now, Wade,” Victoria said, her voice so sexy he knew he’d be hearing it in his head every time he closed his eyes.
He positioned his cock at the entrance to her body. He caught her hands, threaded her fingers with his, then pushed her hands back against the pillows, pinning them there even as he thrust deep into her. And after one thrust—
Wade nearly lost his mind.
Better than good . . . better than in his dreams.
Her legs locked around him. She took him in deeper. She moaned for him, and he thrust even harder into her. The bed shook beneath him, and her sex—so tight and hot and freaking mind-blowing . . .
She was slick from her climax. But when she called out his name, when her body tensed beneath his, he knew the pleasure was hitting her again. As her sex squeezed him, Wade’s own release barreled into him. The climax drove through his whole body, hollowing him out as he sank into her.
Hot. Dirty. Wild.
His breath heaved out of his chest.
Hell, yes, they’d be doing that again.
He kissed her. We’ll be doing this all night long . . .
“WADE.”
He stirred when he heard her voice, and a smile started to curve his lips.
“Wade, you need to go.”
His smile stilled. His eyes opened. He had to blink quickly against the harsh glare of the overhead light.
Victoria stood near the bed, a white terry-cloth robe wrapped around her. Her eyes seemed so wide and deep as