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“Are you ready?” he said, praying—not that she said yes, but that she said yes quickly.

She said nothing, merely opened her legs to him and lifted her hips in an impassioned plea.

Fuck, yeah.

He was on her in a moment, staring into her eyes and positioning himself.

And then he thrust.

Hard.

It was a tight fit—that made him a little cross-eyed—but the bliss was mind-numbing. She made a noise, some gurgle of delight, and closed on him. “God, Cat,” he groaned. Then he pulled out and plunged again.

He’d fantasized about taking her slow and sweet the first time, but he knew better than to cling to that fiction. This was going to be hard and hot and savage and they both knew it.

And, indeed, he went wild. Pounding into her in a manic frenzy, going as deep as he could and reveling in the slick embrace of her body. She rode him too, incited him, urged him on with her naughty whispers and her caresses and her nips.

He loved that, as feral as he was, she met him, matched him, every step of the way.

It didn’t take long for the tension at the well of his soul to swell. He knew his cataclysm was coming and he wanted to take her with him, so he reached between them and stroked her clit, he nuzzled her nipples, he bit at her neck.

Her breath caught. She stilled, grasped his cock in a tight fist. It was torment to withdraw, and torment not to.

“Cat,” he breathed.

“Yes, Garrett. Now. Now.”

Oh, yes. Now.

He pulled back and with one ferocious plunge, seated himself in her and released.

It was glorious, not just because it was an orgasm and they were generally glorious by nature.

Not just because it was Catherine writhing beneath him.

But because she came with him.

Together they released. And soared.

It seemed to last forever, and when he reclaimed himself, he had collapsed at her side. He stared at her, reveling in the tears on her cheeks, the smile on her lips and the stars in her eyes.

Oh, their first time had been magnificent.

And by God, it wouldn’t be the last time either.

Chapter Seven

“Did you enjoy that?” His voice rumbled around her and Catherine snorted a laugh.

“I did.” She nestled deeper into his arms. “But I like this too.”

“This?”

“You know.” She looked up at him. “The afterglow.”

He nodded. “It is nice.”

“And lasts a lot longer.”