Page 52 of Fierce-Baker

And that meant when her hands dropped away... almost thirty seconds later. Maybe it was longer.

He didn’t care either way.

He sat back on his heels. “Are you okay?”

She let out a soft, sexy sigh. “I’m wonderful. I’ll be better when you make me yours.”

“I thought I just did.”

“Nah,” she said. “That just took the edge off. I’m ready for round two. Finish undressing. I’ve got a new box of condoms on the bathroom counter.”

“Got one in my pocket,” he said, climbing off the bed, pulling it out and tossing it next to her, then removing his shorts and underwear.

Her eyes went right to his cock.

It was throbbing he was so fucking hard.

She already had the condom open, was sitting up and reaching for him.

“Nope,” he said. “Hand it over. I’m not sure I can handle your hands on me right yet.”

She gave it to him easily, her eyes never leaving his cock. “I think I’m more worked up just looking at you.”

Since her hips were making ghost movements on the bed, maybe without her knowledge, he’d have to believe her.

“Move up on the bed.”

She scooted up toward the pillows. He put one knee on the bed, then the other, crawling toward her. Toward his destiny.

Yeah, better not to think that way.

She pulled him into her embrace, his mouth to hers, not bothered in the least where it’d just been, her tongue thrusting in as her hips lifted toward his.

He nudged her legs apart with his knee, probed for entrance and then realized how fucking tight she was.

He dropped his forehead to hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I’m still throbbing from the orgasm. It’s like I’m retracting from that. Trust me, I’ll open for you.”

He’d have to take her word for it. She knew her body better than he did. Even if he wanted to know more.

He pushed in, she shifted her thighs wider and she was right, he slid right in and she gripped him as if he just had to slam through the door and now he was trapped.

Jesus, it was like she had a death hold on his cock, and when she wrapped her legs around his waist, that made it worse.

Or better.

Definitely better when he thrust in and out of her.

“Oh God, I’ve missed this,” she said. “I’m so close again. Don’t stop.”

He wasn’t sure he could even if she asked him to and was damn thankful she wasn’t.

But he had to get her there again. Even if it killed him.

And it might with how tight she was squeezing him inside of her.

He’d never felt that much pressure before and his control was on a slippery slope and he was losing his footing the more she met him thrust for thrust.