Before, he’d told himself to stay hands-off, but in Mexico, when she’d walked away and hadn’t looked back, he’d realized that she was too important to lose.
Now his hands were most definitely on her.
Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her hips arched against him. He wanted her naked. He wanted to kiss every inch of her.
And he would. The second time.
The first time—the time that should have been perfect—need was controlling him. Raw lust.
So he stripped her. He couldn’t take his mouth from hers. His hands learned her body and slid over her silken flesh even as he shoved down her jeans.
He heard her kick off the sandals that had made him ache. He would have liked for her to keep them on—another time.
Then they were falling together onto her sofa. He was kissing her neck now, inhaling more of that wonderful scent, even as his hands went between her thighs. He meant to pull away her panties, but his fingers were too rough and the silk tore.
Sydney just laughed.
He loved her laugh.
After Peru, it had taken too long for her laugh to come back.
No. He slammed the door on that thought and instead enjoyed the soft heat of her flesh. She was pushing up against him, whispering his name.
His head lifted. He stared at her and told her the simple truth, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her lips curled in a smile.
Take.
He yanked open his jeans, pushed his body deeper between her thighs. Waited right there at the entrance to her body. This was the moment. No going back. No—
She arched toward him, and he sank inside her.
The pleasure was so incredible that he had to clench his teeth together to hold back a groan. Nothing, nothing, had ever felt so good.
Or so right.
He began to thrust. Withdrawing slowly, then plunging back inside her. She was paradise to him, the best dream he’d ever had, and he kissed as much of her body as he could.
Her nipples were tight, pink, and when he licked one, she tensed beneath him.
Gunner felt the pleasure rock through her.
Her legs lifted, locked around his hips. Then she started pushing up with her hips.
He couldn’t hold back. His own thrusts became even harder. He caught her hands and laced his fingers with hers.
He stared into her eyes.
Saw her climax. Her green gaze went wide, then wild as the pleasure crested through her.
His release swept him away on a wave so intense that he shuddered and pushed deeper into her. The release shook his whole body. Seemed to gut him and never end.
I don’t want it to end.
He wanted to keep holding her to make the perfect moment last as long as possible.
He kissed her again because he needed to taste her pleasure, to taste all of her.