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.”

I cleared my throat. “My dearest Elizabeth, your eyes are the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen, like the color of the Blue Man Group. Let me count the ways I love them. I love them more than fish and chips. I love them more than Dr. Feldman’s class. I could …”

She slapped me playfully on the arm. “Okay, that’s enough with the cheesy poetry.”

I kept my face blank. “Too bad you’ll never know now how much better it could have got.”

She paused, stopping her laughter with her hands. “Wait. You are teasing me, aren’t you? ’Cause that was crap.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Ugh, I hate it when you do that noncommittal shrug. I can’t figure you out.”

I grinned. “Good.”

I rolled her onto her back and kissed her again, this time more insistent, my hands cupping her face. She craned upward, wanting more, her hands sliding and rubbing my lower back, her nails digging into my arse.

I flipped us over and rolled her on top of me.

“What are you doing?” she breathed down at me.

“This.” I spread her apart and seated her on my now fully erect cock.

She tossed her head back and moaned as I held on to her hips and shoved up, twisting around in her pussy.

“Ride me,” I said.

She rode me like a horse, bouncing and gyrating. Her tits bounced with each thrust, their nipples straining toward me. I couldn’t let them go unattended. I squeezed them together and divided my time between them both, my tongue tasting her sweat, my nose inhaling her skin.