Page 62 of Hollow State

Especially this.

She wanted to savor, taste, and know everything about him—and not just sexually.

He stood at the side of the bed with his hand on the zipper.

"I want to undress you," she managed.

"You mentioned less danger. I think, considering the situation, I should do it."

She tilted her head. "I think I can handle it."

He groaned but dropped his hands to the side. She scooted to the edge, knees open, and slowly lowered the zipper. The denim eased, and his breath hitched again—God, that sound. She slid her fingers inside the waistband. God, she liked the weight of him pressing against her palm through the cotton. “Still think this is dangerous?” she asked.

“Actively reconsidering,” he said.

She pushed his jeans and briefs to mid-thigh, then all the way down, before he kicked them free. "This is so much better." She curled her fingers around the base of him. Gently, slowly, she dragged her hand to the top, running her thumb over the tip.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Definitely not." She leaned in and pressed an open-mouth kiss to the head, twirling her tongue over him and stroking from the base to her lips.

"Jesus," he said as his fingers dug into her hair. "You're going to be the death of me."

She took him deeper, lips sliding, hand following, while her other hand clutched his thigh, enjoying how it tensed with each stroke.

And she loved his not-so-quiet grunts and moans as she flicked her tongue over the tip when she came up for air. She loved it even more that when she glanced up, his eyes were half-lidded as he watched.

"That's enough." He wound his fingers in her hair. "Lie back on the bed."

"You're being bossy."

"I'm thinking the most comfortable position for your leg is going to be with you on your back."

Delicately, he repositioned both of them, and she found the words and the gesture to be thoughtful, kind, and sweet.

"Not my favorite, but you're probably right."

"What’s your favorite?" He settled himself between her legs with his hands placed on the mattress by her shoulders.

"On top. Or sitting on a chair, facing each other. Or from behind, standing."

He arched a brow. "Sounds like we're gonna get along just fine." He kissed her nose.

"Not if you keep talking." She grabbed his ass and nudged him.

He took her mouth in a tender kiss as he slowly sank deep inside. Her body welcomed him as if they'd always been together.

She wrapped one leg tight around him and angled her other knee. “More.” She squeezed him with her calf, heel biting lightly into his ass, urging.

He slid out and thrust back in, deeper, each stroke rougher than the last.

Each pass caught the same spot inside her, a steady pressure that made her toes curl. Sweat slicked his back beneath her palms, and she loved the way his muscles bunched when she squeezed.

Her leg twinged when she tried to hook it higher. He shifted instantly, gathered her other thigh into his hand and opened her just enough without pulling at the bandage. The care he showed, mixed with the fiery passion he had for her, rocketed everything higher. The pressure, the buildup…she was seconds from exploding. There was no holding back. No trying to make it last.

"Oh…my…God." Her climax crested and she jerked forward before arching back and digging her heel into the back of his thigh.

"Darwin," she cried out, not caring how loud she shouted his name. She clung to him as one wave after the other rolled through her body.