I groaned and spread my legs as his fingers burrowed in and slid into my center, dipping in and out. He spread the wetness around, pressing and teasing and strumming me with his touch.

I writhed and arched closer while he bit his lower lip, watching me twist to get him closer. Deeper.

There. Yes.

I moaned.

He worked me hard, yet gently, ghosting over the bundle of nerves in my G spot, thrumming them like a guitar string.

More. I wanted him everywhere.

He read my mind and maneuvered between my legs, placing them on his shoulders and then taking my center in his mouth. Hot fire flashed over every inch of me, and I gasped out as he delved deep into my recesses, his fingers playing at the heart of me. He parted my labia, his tongue searching for tender skin. His mouth worked me, rubbing and plucking with his lips.

Intense need built. I gasped out his name.

He looked up at me, eyes heavy with lust. “You like?”

I nodded. No one had ever done this to me. I’d never trusted them to.

“Don’t stop,” I murmured.

He didn’t deny me, plunging two fingers inside me, his tongue pulsing over my skin. His mouth took my clit captive, nursing it with soft strokes.

I screamed his name and snapped into a million pieces, the fragments scattering and falling all around me like stars from heaven. I gripped the edge of the mat and rode it out, my inner muscles clamping down and contracting under his mouth.

My body sagged onto the mat.

I cupped his face when he looked at me, a grin of satisfaction tipping up his lips. “I’ve been dying to do that since our first kiss in my apartment. You taste better than I ever imagined.” And then he kissed me hard, letting me taste myself.

I clung to his shoulders and gazed up at him. “I don’t know what to say except thank you for that.”

His hands caressed my face. Sweet. “I want you like I’ve never wanted another girl,” he whispered.

Oh. My heart thundered in happiness. Was he for real?

We kissed again as he eased between my legs, his hands brushing my thighs, little electric pulses shooting over me.

I let him on top of me, even though my rules clearly said he shouldn’t.

He held the base of his erection with one hand and worked into my sheath inch by inch. “You’re tight, Elizabeth,” he groaned. “So good, love.”

I moaned at how he felt, every nerve in my channel clinging to him. He held me for a few moments without moving, letting the fullness resonate and sink in, then he thrust in further, pushing down his cock, making even more room.

I parted my legs more, every inch of me wanting to take all of him until finally he seated himself all the way in. I cried out at the heat from his size and how it burned in a good way.

His head dropped to mine and he kissed me deeply just as he stared to move steadily, his cock pumping slow and then faster, slow and then faster, his pace controlled. He was a man who knew how to work a woman, who’d done this more times than I wanted to think about it. He shifted and reached underneath me to raise me up, giving him a more direct angle into my center.

Sweat dripped from both of us as he pressed hot kisses down my chest and captured a nipple, nipping at my skin as he throbbed inside me. He owned me, his hands clutching my hipbone to push in faster.

He went harder, his eyes wilder, his hands going everywhere, thrumming and circling my clit, demanding I come. He grunted in a primitive way, and I raised up on my elbows, wanting more friction, more of him and his coaxing fingers. I rotated my hips against his skin as we slapped together, up and down, slow and fast. His thrusts were sharp and sure, the pleasure mounting higher and higher.

Sharp sensation gathered at the base of my spine, and I tossed my head back and pushed against him, swiveling my hips with his, making him hiss and his eyes glitter.

I was close, so close.

He smacked against me, knifing inside me, his body a blur, a muscled, well-oiled machine that could go on and on. “Come again, Elizabeth.”

I shivered at the authority in his voice. “Yes,” I gasped.

He panted. “Good. I’ll follow.”

He pushed my legs down into my chest until I was imprisoned and went at me with a new vengeance. He hammered into me without mercy, all gentleness gone. One of his hands spread me apart, his fingers stroking my lips and clit, delving into softness.

“So gorgeous.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re mine, love. And I’m going to make you come hard.”

With a snarl he pressed my knees down tighter.

This. I’d never had this feeling. I wanted to soar. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted him to fuck me and never stop.

More, more, give me, give me. I didn’t care that he had me pinned down on the mat. I didn’t care that he was taking me hard. I wanted sex like this with him. He was in control, and I reveled from underneath him, begging him for more, urging him to send me over the edge. “More.”

He barked out a laugh and pounded me, his arms squeezing my thighs together and getting a new angle.

I went to the moon as I lost my mind, my muscles clenching against him, grasping at him, milking him.

He went with me with a loud roar, his neck muscles in stark relief as the pleasure knifed through him, his cock tightening and expanding as he held on to my hips, thrusting hard. Heat flooded my core as he came inside me.

Our pants filled the air as he released my legs, but still he moved inside me, his eyes heavy. “I can keep going. Can you?”

I sucked in a shaky breath. Laughed.

“You laughing at me, Unicorn?”

I cupped his face, entangling my hands in his hair. “Never. That—that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He smiled. “I’m not surprised. I aim to please.”

I laughed at his cockiness, but I knew he was teasing.

He’d done way more than just please. A giant stick of dynamite has just gone off inside me.

SHE WAS SO damn beautiful underneath me with that soft look in her eyes. From the moment we’d met, she’d had a vulnerable coolness about her, a quality that told me in no uncertain terms she’d been hurt. So seeing her now, all relaxed with a happy glow on her face, made me feel bulletproof.

I collapsed next to her on the mat and gathered her in my arms. She was warm, her skin damp from our lovemaking. I gazed down at her, my hand stroking her gently after the roughness, brushing against her tummy. I cupped her full breasts and lightly kissed each rosy, still erect nipple. I made my way up her body until I kissed her on the nose, my thoughts still dirty, my cock throbbing to dive back inside her and make her come again.

She hit all my senses when it came to the way she looked, the blond hair that was most decidedly natural, the curve of her face, the dramatic sweep of her eyebrows that lent her an exotic look—all of her was perfect.

Sex was the language she and I had got exactly right from the very beginning, the level of heat I felt for her more intense than anything else I’d ever felt.

It had just taken us a while to nail it home. Literally.

I grinned. “I wasn’t kidding. I can go again if you’re up for it.”

She snorted, blue eyes dancing. “Please. No. You’re insane right now.”

“Insanely hot.”

She grinned at me and then looked down at her legs. “I’m still quivering.”

I was too, but I kept quiet. She did that to me when no girl ever had.

She played with my arms, tracing designs over my tattoos. “Besides, this is the part where you’re supposed to whisper sweet nothings in my ear about how beautiful I am. Cuddling and hand-holding, all that jazz.”