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.

I plowed into her sweetness, letting her take control, her body jerking up and down. We worked each other, my cock sliding nearly all the way out and then back in. She panted, her long hair sticking to her face as she ground herself against me.

She cried out when I started pumping harder, getting deeper, wanting every single inch to be encased by her. Everything faded away, and all my eyes could see were her.

Her, her .

It was intense and crazy and wild and soul-wrenchingly good.

I wanted to go slower this time. I did. I wanted to savor the sweetness of us. But I couldn’t. My need was too sharp, too fucking primitive.

She seemed to sense the same urgency, as if this moment might be our last.

“Lean over me,” I told her after a while. “Let me do the work.”

She moved over me, and I took over, my cock jerking in and out of her, needing to be the one she wanted, the only one she ever wanted.