She was everywhere, all around him. Her body surrounded his cock like a beautiful glove, her sounds filled his mind, and her being encased his heart.

“Leith,” she said, shuddering, and there was too much to decipher in that word. A plea, a prayer, an expression of disbelief.

At last he got his bearings, found his strength. Muscles clenched, he started to move, a gentle pulse inside her. He wasn’t capable of much more. Not in that position. Not with the way his chest felt like it was about to explode. He used the slow, clutching pump as long as possible, until it just simply wasn’t enough.

“I want . . . I need more. I need to move faster,” he whispered into her hair. “Can I get you back on the couch?”

Wordless, she nodded and his fingers dug into her thighs, pulling her off him to the soundtrack of their mutual groans. He lowered her to the ground, and he was filled with a caveman satisfaction that she wove on her feet, and that her nails clawed into his arms to steady herself.

He kissed the dreamy look on her face and slowly nudged her toward the low couch. She sat on its edge.

“Scoot back,” he said. “This time I’m getting on with you.”

“And getting on me?”

That unselfconscious giggle of hers sent him over the edge. What edge that was, he wasn’t quite sure. All he knew was that she had all her weapons trained on him that night and he was going down, down, down.

“And getting in you.” He prowled over her, pressing her body into the black leather. She lay down, arched her back and opened her legs. Jen, splayed out for him. No chance of Olsen showing up this time. This woman was all Leith’s.

He wedged his knees between hers, spreading her out, his cock pounding with need between them, dying to get back in where it belonged. As he came down over her, he loved the way she sighed against his weight. He kissed her as he entered her again. He slid into her far too easily, and with so much power it shocked him. Instead of taking her sounds between his lips, he fed her his own—a long, low groan as she took him even deeper inside. A murmured curse as she tilted up her hips and wrapped her legs around him, one of her hands digging into his hair, the other scratching at his ass.

He fucked her with the depth of everything he felt. And yeah, even though his forehead was pressed against hers, their eyes locked in a dizzy haze, this was fucking. Fucking at its finest, its most intense.

Pleasure immediately raced for his groin. All sensation from every available nerve rushed to the center of his body, his world. That feeling built and grew, driving him deeper and harder into Jen. He was losing control, but he wanted this to last a hell of a lot longer than he feared it would. He’d bragged that he wasn’t eighteen anymore, and he wanted to be inside her as long as possible, but the feeling of her wrapped around him was making that nearly impossible. Every stroke chiseled away at what he’d always considered to be spectacular control.

His head sagged to her neck as his hips did their thing, steered by the need for her, piloted by the emotions he never expected to feel again.

Her name unintentionally leaked from his mouth. He felt her palm on his neck, touching him with a gentleness that almost hurt. Lifting his head, still plunging into her with long, heavy movements, he watched the flicker of recognizable emotion in her eyes. She was struggling with the same things he was.

Withdrawing from her with a moan, he pushed back to his knees. She was reaching for him, trying to guide him back to where he’d been, but he loved taking her out of her control zone, and instead took her knees in the crooks of his elbows. Hoisting her hips off the couch, he penetrated her at a whole new angle that shot his eyeballs straight to the back of his head.

Then it was her turn to say his name, a million times, one after the other, at the peak of every one of his thrusts. She felt amazing. She looked amazing—small underneath him, her arms flung out and clinging to the edges of the couch.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. Couldn’t temper himself. His body just let go, and his crazy, Jen-addled brain lost what little control it had managed to cling to.

He came, the orgasm spiraling like a cyclone through his body. Everything tightened. Ten years’ worth of desire that he hadn’t known was building up inside all released at once. It was goddamn heaven. Nothing else to it.

Two minutes later his brain still hadn’t come back to reality after being short-circuited. His whole body still tingled. Finally he realized he’d collapsed on top of her and she’d wrapped her limbs around him, the crush of her embrace nothing short of possessive. They stayed that way, entwined, for who knows how long.

“Wow,” she whispered. “I loved watching that.”

A wave of emotion crashed into him, took him under.

With a regretful wince, he pulled out of her and rolled to the edge of the couch. He tied off the condom and padded to the bathroom to get rid of it. When he came back, she was lying in the exact same position, legs and arms all loose and lovely, only her head had turned and she looked out at her city.

He stretched out naked beside her, the leather sticking to his damp skin, and draped an arm over her belly. She rolled her head back to meet his eyes.

“You didn’t come again,” he said, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He knew very well what she felt like when she came, how her muscles got all tight inside, and how her whole body set off in a cascading series of quivers from head to toe. “My fault? Too fast?”

She gave a little shrug and ran light fingers across his collarbone. “I’ve turned into a clit girl. Doesn’t mean I didn’t love it.”

He narrowed his eyes and gave her a doubtful grin. “I don’t believe that.”

She laughed once, loud and sharp. “Well, believe it. I think I know what I need.”

“You didn’t used to be like that.”

“People change. People’s bodies change.”

He considered her as he widened his smile. “No, I think that’s the control talking. For some reason you turned your mind off to anything else. You think you’re only a clit girl, therefore you are.” When he scraped a nail over her firm nipple, she hissed, her pupils dilating all over again. “I want to try to get that back. Can I? Please? With a little practice, I’m sure I could do it again.”

She pushed at his chest in a feeble, adorable attempt to act pissed off. It would have helped if she wasn’t smiling. “Oh, really? We haven’t been together in ten years and you’re an expert on my body?”

His palm made a slow trail down her belly. Her far knee came up, cradling the heel of his hand as it pressed against her pubic bone. He loved this part of her, how it surpassed the softness anywhere else on her body. As he touched her where she was still slippery, she went still.

“I am.” He nosed the dark hair from her neck and said into her skin, “Remember that night when I taught you how to come? When I just kept touching you here and you exploded in the back of my da’s Cadillac?”

She let out a sound that was part indignant, part disgust, and a whole lot of remembered ecstasy. “You did not teach me that.”

“Sure I did.”

“I was doing just fine on my own, thanks.”

“Exactly. It was just a solo effort. But it’s better when someone else does it for you, isn’t it?”

“It is.” She swallowed, and he licked up her moving throat. “And you’ve gotten even better at it.”

“Well, I’ve learned a few new tricks.”

She edged away, and he removed his hand from between her legs.

“I don’t know how I feel hearing that,” she said.

He shrugged and took to lightly rubbing her arm. “Sure you do. It’s probably the exact same way I feel. Let me see if I get it right: You and I were each other’s first sex all those years ago, and it was cool and exciting, but in that awkward teenage way. We got a little better at it and we thought it was the bomb. All that intense exploration that opened up a whole new world. Then we weren’t together anymore and we slept with other people”—she winced—“and we learned what we like and how to please another person. Jen, I don’t like knowing you’ve been with others either, but guess what, neither of us can change that. I can’t get pissed about what’s happened before this, not when it was never something I could control.” Then he kissed her soundly and grinned. “I can only enjoy the benefits of a fine education.”