“Guess so.” He flicked on the nightstand lamp and pulled open a drawer.
Her eyes on the foil packet, her breaths tightened.
“You’re sure—” he started but she snatched the condom from his hand. No way she was going to say no to him.
“Get your ass in here,” she demanded.
“Look who got bossy.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” She tore the condom open with her teeth, her hands shaking—her entire body shaking. When he climbed over top of her, she reached for him.
He helped her roll on the condom, which shouldn’t have been sexy but somehow, with him, it was. Once it was in place, he moved her hand with his over his sheathed cock and down to the crisp hair encircling it. Up once more. Down once more. Her eyes turned up to his and what she saw there nearly stopped her cold.
Cash Sutherland. In the flesh. Several inches of him about to be joined with her for the first time. She’d convinced herself tonight was just sex but already she questioned if he could ever be “just” anything to her.
She shut her eyes against the thought. His lips kissed her nose before he said, “Presley. Look at me.”
She fluttered her lashes, taking in his handsome face, his thick arms bracketing her. He appeared golden in the lamplight, a beautiful fallen angel.
“You good?” he asked.
“So good,” she answered.
Then she reached up and cuffed his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. At the same time, he tilted his hips, entering her that first amazing, agonizingly perfect inch.