She maneuvered away from him so that she could tackle his jeans. And finally his boxers. Yes, the man was built, and the past decade had only improved everything about him.
“Condom,” he ground out when she ran her hand the long length of him. “In my wallet.”
Since she wanted that long length inside her, Leigh rummaged through his jeans, located the wallet, then the condom.
Cullen did some more maneuvering, flipping their positions again so that he was on top of her. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to get the condom on, and with their gazes locked, he slipped inside her.
The pleasure speared through her, and the sound she made was a long, slow moan. It felt as if she’d been waiting for this for way too long.
Cullen made his own sound of pleasure, and he began to move inside her. Building the fire with each maddening stroke. Making everything pinpoint to the need to finish this. And that’s what he did.
He finished it.
Leigh held on to Cullen and let him finish her.