“Yours, Beck. My body is yours.” Words she’d never said to anyone, would probably never say again. Don’t think about it. Focus on him…what he’s doing to you. “Touch me, move me, enter me, speak to me however it feels right. Everything you do will be right.”

She could feel something give way inside his big body. If possible, his mouth worked her harder, opening wide to draw on her flesh, then bathing her clit with his tongue. Two long fingers filled her and she gasped—yes—making eye contact with Beck as he broke away with a groan. “Ah, Kenna.” His voice was a bed of nails. “I’m going to hurt you. I never knew…I didn’t know you’d be so small.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face against her stomach. “I take back what I said. I don’t want to make you scream. Don’t want you in pain.”

Her throat constricted so hard she couldn’t draw air for a moment, but Beck’s obvious physical torment snapped her into action. She lifted his face to meet hers. “Unfasten your pants, Major. You won’t hurt me.” Their lips brushed. “If it hurts a little, the good will outweigh it. Okay?” She kissed him long and deep. “I showed you my ache, now show me yours.”

His hands fell to his lap, bringing the sounds of leather sliding, his zipper descending. “If I do something to hurt you…” He broke off, shaking his head.

“Hey.” As soon as his erection was free between them, large and beautiful, she pushed him against the chair back. “You’re the virgin. That’s supposed to be my line.”

An intense glow lit his eyes. “You’re in deep with me, Kenna Sutton.”

“I know,” she whispered, hiding her shaken reaction to his vow by reaching for the unopened pack of condoms in her side table, but her trembling fingers gave her away.

Beck took the box and ripped it open with his teeth, effectively replacing her embarrassment with another whopping dose of heat. He took out a foil wrapper, tore it on one end and rolled the condom down his erection. “I know this much from health class,” he explained with a lopsided smile.

Something pointy stuck in her throat, but she swallowed it with resolution. Thighs still spread wide, knees resting on opposite armrests, she took him in her hand, led him between her thighs and sank down, inch by inch. Beck gritted out her name at the ceiling, his neck and arm muscles constricting. Kenna’s thighs felt the strain of her position, but she refused to change it because—damn damn damn—he couldn’t possibly get any deeper. So huge and thick and smooth. Amazing. He pressed against her inner walls, stretching her to fit him and it hurt, but the hurt was glorious. Nothing compared to this. Nothing. The need to move was fast becoming an undeniable yen, so she dug her fingers into the leather back of the chair and rose, before dropping down onto him once again.

“Oh my God.”

“You? Christ. Oh, Christ. You have no idea…” He lifted his hips, bringing them both off the seat. “It’s too good. You’re tight. So fucking tight and I can’t. You can’t move like that. Do it again. Okay, darlin’? Again. Again.”

She’d never wanted to kiss a man during sex, but hell if she didn’t want to make out with his flushed, masculine face, the promise of a too-soon, blistering climax be damned. Beck. Sweet, sexual beast that had been pacing his cage too long. Kenna twisted her hips and pleasure spread like spilled ink in her middle. Never mind about the kissing. She’d only had this man inside her for thirty seconds and her body was sprinting blindly toward relief, lip-lock be damned. Kenna lifted and came down on him with a quick flick of her hips, moaning as Beck grew even larger inside her.

“I’m not leaving you in need again.” Beck thrust up into her with a strangled groan. “But I can’t think when you’re doing that. Can’t think about anything ‘cept coming inside your body.”

“Don’t think, Beck. I don’t want you to think.” Reminding herself this was his first experience, Kenna took his hands and placed them on her backside, her breath leaving in a rush when he gripped her with punishing strength. “Move me how you want me, Beck. Grind me down, bounce me, make me ride you slow. Do whatever makes you come the hardest.”

Sweat had broken out along his upper lip, his sexy, corded neck. “I already know you’re going to be the best of my life, Kenna. How do I make sure I’m the best of yours? Tell me.”

There’s no one in the world like this guy. “I like it hard.” Her voice wavered. “Slam me down. Use my body to jack yourself off.”

His eyes closed briefly before they opened and scorched a path over her breasts, belly, thighs. “You can’t be real. You can’t be.”

Even though she’d instructed him, Kenna wasn’t prepared for what followed. With the flesh of her bottom clenched in his hands, he impaled her on his unforgiving hardness, again and again. It started at a testing pace but grew almost out of control. Her teeth rattled inside her mouth with each life-affirming impact. Beck watched her through eyes at half-mast, eyes that glittered with so much pent-up lust, it staggered her. He tilted his hips, satisfaction conquering his expression when she moaned loud enough to shake the windows. Unbelievable. He was searching for her pleasure when this should have been about him. His first time. With the unimaginable sensations blasting her, she couldn’t find the same selflessness. No, she’d never needed relief so badly.

She held her fingers over Beck’s mouth. “Lick them.” When he did as she asked, his tongue stroking her fingertips like their taste was incomparable, Kenna almost climaxed then and there. No more waiting. As Beck continued to slam her down on his erection, Kenna found her clit and with two rough circles of her middle finger, she pushed over into oblivion. “Yes, yes, yes.” Oh holy shit, her legs spasmed violently on the armrests, moisture flooding over the spot her body joined with Beck’s. “So good, Beck. You’re so good.”

A surprised whimper escaped her lips as he rose from the chair and flipped her over. No sooner had her back met the leather seat than her legs were secured over Beck’s shoulders. A savage drive of his length into her still-contracting core stole a scream from her throat.

“Beck!”

Anguish infiltrated the sexual urgency on his face. “Am I hurting you?”

“N-no. Keep going, keep going.”

Wet flesh slapped together as he gripped her ankles where they rested on either side of his head and thrust. Thrust so hard Kenna knew she’d feel it for a week. “Scream, then,” he growled in her ear, hips starting to pump at a brutal pace. “If it doesn’t hurt, then scream.”

She had no choice as another orgasm shuddered through her middle at Beck’s unexpected aggression. More, more. She couldn’t get enough. Wanted to be made to take everything he had to give. “That’s right,” she breathed, barely able to hear herself over the roaring pulse in her ears. “No holding back. Take out the frustration on me. In me.”

“Jesus. Stop, Kenna.” His fingers dug into her ankles. “I don’t want this to end, but you’re making it so damn hard.”

She responded with words even she couldn’t comprehend. Again. He was going to make her come again, and she simultaneously wanted no part of it while needing it more than life itself.

“You like it hard, darlin’? I should have known.” She clenched around him, and he gritted his teeth around a groan. “Leading me around by the cock with your sinner’s body. Taking your tits out when I can’t suck them. Bad girl.” He bore down, grinding their joined bodies together. “Use your body to jack myself off? What do you think I’ll be doing every time I touch myself for the rest of my fucking life? Thinking about you with your legs spread, asking to see my aching dick. Thinking about what those little red panties cover.”