She sank back down into the waves of need and sensation. She didn’t think she’d ever been so wet. He was gliding in and out of her, his cock harder than she’d believed possible.

It made her shudder.

And gasp.

The bed was rocking again, squeaking as he gripped her hips and started hammering her. He was adjusting her position, slowly changing the angle until she gasped.

“There it is…” he groaned, tightening his hold when she would have squirmed away from the sheer intensity. He held her steady and thrust straight back into her G-spot.

“I don’t think…” She was panting, sweat trickling down her sides.

“That’s the idea.”

He was using short thrusts against that spot inside her, making sure he didn’t withdraw too much and lose connection with it.

She lost the ability to form thoughts again, tossed back into the vortex of churning need. Her heart was hammering again, making her pant as she shoved herself back into every thrust. She had never realized how sensitive her body was. She felt every last millimeter of his cock. Her body made wet sounds as he moved.

“Oh…yeah…” he ground out, his grip tightening on her hips.

The hold sent a thrill through her that made her shudder. She felt captured, controlled, and yet unleashed. He was dominating her but freeing her too. The contrast was extreme, and she ended up yelling as climax tore through her once more. This time, she actually felt her body tightening around his length, gripping his cock as pleasure reduced her to a moaning pile of quivering flesh.

“That’s it…yeah…that’s it!”

He was pumping a second load into her. His come hot against her insides. He held her with a hard grip on her hips as the last shot of his seed spurted into her, keeping her in place for that last moment while he was suspended between breaths.

He cussed when he drew breath again. The bed bounced as he flopped over onto his back and pulled her with him until they were laying sideways, most of the pillows on the floor. Their breathing was as rough as the air-conditioning that hummed in the background.

Epic.

Just…epic.

Chapter 4

Her belly growled long and low.

Kate stretched out her leg and pushed her face into the pillow, still feeling like movement was beyond her.

The bed moved, and she jerked up, her eyes widening when she caught sight of the naked man in bed with her.

More like naked god…

Syon was bare-assed and completely lickable. From his rumpled hair to his tight backside.

He reached over and grabbed the phone on the nightstand. “Send up some chow. Just a bunch of breakfast plates. Little of everything.”

Someone said something on the other end of the line. He frowned. “Check the room number, buddy. This is the penthouse floor. I don’t care what time of day it is. Make it happen if you want your tips.”

He dropped the phone and wiped his eyes before grinning at her. He pushed his hair out of his face, looking like a gigantic golden bear.

“Let’s catch a shower before the food arrives.”

He rolled over and pulled her with him. The suite had a huge walk-in shower with three showerheads, and he made full use of it. He walked right into the spray and let it soak him as he shook his head to make sure his hair was completely wet. It was incredibly personal to be able to see him in that moment, a secret intimacy she’d never realized could touch her as deeply as it did.

It set off another little warning bell in the back of her head. He was becoming an essential part of her world too easily.

Get a grip, girl…

She hadn’t expected him to spend the night. Kate bit her lip to keep the thought from spilling out of her lips while he adjusted the water temperature. She was leaning against the vanity, trying to decide what to make of his presence and her reaction to it.

He turned and caught her in his caramel gaze. “You okay?”

“Yes.”

She was.

Yup.

Sure was.

Liar…

He was studying her with those amazing eyes, his expression becoming guarded as she hesitated to join him.

“Didn’t expect me to be here?” he asked.

She lifted one shoulder, but the motion felt forced. She let out a long breath. “To be fair, I don’t think I thought that far ahead. You sort of have a way of disarming my entire thought process.”

As in, her brain completely fried every time he kissed her.

His lips twitched, his expression softening into something she was pretty sure qualified for the term “cheeky.”

“You took your clothes off first.” He extended his hand in invitation.

“I did.” She pushed away from the vanity. “You loved it.”

“I did.”

The shower was an enormous, stone-tiled thing. Done in a warm honey tone, it had a bench seat and a collection of bathing items. She put her hand into his and felt herself losing her grip on her brain again.

Obviously the Syon reaction of choice.

The water was splashing all over him, running down his body in torrents.

And she wanted to lick it off him.

“I think I should have left my clothes on last night.”

His jaw jutted out, his expression hardening defensively.

“Because I missed the opportunity to appreciate all of you.” She grabbed a washcloth. “A real shame.”

He relaxed, something flickering in his eyes that looked like relief. She popped open a bottle of bodywash and drizzled it onto the cloth. “You’ve got to be putting in hours of resistance training.”

“Yeah. Need to have the whole package.” He swept her from head to toe.

“You know what a cardio workout is too.”

“Well, there is no fitness fairy.”

She stroked the cloth across his back, turning him away so his cock was out of sight. Her self-control was slipping again. The hard flesh might have been out of sight, but it certainly wasn’t out of mind. The idea was there, teasing her with the memory of just how good sex with him had been. Seriously, she needed to have at least one more bout, just to make sure she hadn’t been hallucinating the night before.

Maybe it had just been sensory overload. Doomed to fade after the intimate explosion.

He made a low sound of appreciation as she washed his back, leaning forward to brace his hands flat on the tile wall of the shower. She swished the cloth back and forth across his tight shoulders and onto his lower back.

“I couldn’t have waited last night for you to do anything to me.” He arched up as she touched the top of his ass. “Which is a disgusting lack of control. I’m not seventeen.”

“Seems pretty fair to me.” It probably wasn’t the brightest idea to be making confessions. It was one thing to be overwhelmed by him, another to let him know it. “I couldn’t wait either.”

He looked at her over his shoulder. “I never play fair.”

She bent her knees and drew the cloth along one thigh and down his calf.

He didn’t play fair? No shit.

He turned around when she straightened, and she got stuck in mid-motion, the cloth hanging from her hand as she was reaching for the bottle of bodywash.

Her brain just fried.

In the buff, Syon was perfection. Her breasts felt heavy; her nipples drew tight. It was an uncanny effect, like someone turned her senses up to high.

“Mmmm…my turn…”

She jumped back when he tried to claim the washcloth.

“I’m not finished.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’ll be screaming when I finish you off, baby.”

It was a hard promise, one backed up by the glint in his eyes. The stubble on his chin added to the uncivilized picture he presented.

The combination made her insides churn.

He scooped up the bodywash and clasped a hard arm around her in one of those whip-flash motions of his.

“I think it’s time to multitask.”

He crushed the bottle in his hand, drizzling it all over her body like icing. He dropped it and pulled her tightly against him.