This is stupid.

Sean backed me up against the door. Just a few seconds ago, I’d been shivering in the cold, but now, heat surrounded me. I clung to him, my fingers buried in the front of his coat in a death grip. He held the back of my head in a big hand, fingers so warm and strong and certain, and the body pressing into mine was the exact same.

I shuddered as he pushed his thigh between mine.

Need, the kind I’d never experienced before, swamped me, washing through me with the force of a tidal wave and leveling everything in its path.

Sean abruptly tore his mouth away. He pressed his brow to mine, and the hand that held the back of my head slipped down to curve over my neck, fingers kneading the muscles there restlessly.

“Push me away, Tish. Now.”

That was what I should do.

I’d already done it once.

But I was tired and empty and lonely.

And he was right there.

Instead of doing the smart thing, I tugged him back up against me.

Sean swore. He hesitated just a moment, then his mouth crushed back onto mine.

The impact, the sheer, blunt sensuality of the kiss left my knees weak. He bit my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth while he pushed my coat open and slid his hands inside, seeking the curves of my body with practiced, knowing hands. He touched me like he’d been given the map to my body and had committed it to memory.

One hand cupped my breast while the other went to my hip. He held me steady as he moved in against me, tucking his cock against the notch of my thighs.

I whimpered as a greedy fist of want struck me low in the belly, then went lower, centering square between my thighs. Hot, wet desire gathered in my pussy, and I moved against him.

Sean growled against my mouth, then abruptly jerked back.

I reached for him, but he moved to the side.

Confused, I stared at him.

He was glaring down at the door, and it took my short-circuiting brain a few more seconds to catch up—he was unlocking it.

He finally got it open. The alarm went off as we stepped through the doorway, and he paused, punching a code into the panel just inside. Keys rattled as he hurled them on the counter, then he reached backward without looking and unerringly found my hand. He walked through the house, pulling me along behind him.

By the time we reached our destination—I had to assume it was his bedroom—I was out of breath. He made it even worse because the second we were inside, he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me again. At the same time, he hauled my coat halfway down my arms, leaving it tangled at the crooks of my elbows. I groaned, trying to reach for him, but unable to do so.

He reached up and caught the buttons of the blue cardigan I wore, rapidly undoing them. Once he’d finished, he pushed that down my arms as well and dipped his head, burying his face between my breasts.

Finally, he finished stripping away the garments that pinned my arms in place. I reached for him, and just in time because he grabbed me around the waist and hauled me upright. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him, clinging for balance.

Through my bra, he kissed me. Then he caught the strap and dragged it down, exposing my nipple. I gasped, then moaned as he caught it in his mouth and sucked on me, working the tip to a hard, stiff point.

The need arrowed downward. With every pull and tug of his teeth or mouth, it elicited an answering response from my pussy. I found myself rocking against him, needing the friction and hardness of his cock. I was already wet. If I hadn’t been so turned on, I might have been embarrassed at just how wet I was. I could feel the material of my panties slipping and sliding against me as I wiggled and moved.

Then I felt a lot more—his fingers.

He’d shifted to the side and unzipped my jeans, in a smooth deft move so seamless I’d barely processed it. In the span of a couple of seconds, he’d gone from rocking against me to sliding his hand into my jeans, then his fingers were inside me.

I gurgled out a stunned sound, clutching at his shoulders as I rocked up to meet his touch.

“Tish,” he muttered hoarsely.

It was such a raw sound that the fist of want deep inside me tightened even more.

He scissored his fingers, then twisted his wrist. I jolted upward, driving myself more completely into his caress. Catching the blanket beneath me, I twisted my hands in it.

Blood roared in my ears.

Sweat bloomed on my skin.

I couldn’t handle this.

It was too big. Too much—

The climax slammed into me, and I fell apart.

Even as the pieces of me splintered into a thousand shards, Sean moved yet again, kneeling between my thighs and tearing at my jeans, stripping both the denim and my panties away.

I caught my breath, instinctively bracing myself for him.

He caught my hips and half-lifted me, shoving me farther up on the bed.

Then he sprawled between my thighs.

I tensed at the last second, realizing what he was getting ready to do just before he did it. “Sean—” Whatever else I was going to say dissolved in a sharp cry that echoed off the walls as he pressed his mouth to my cunt in a hot, wet, greedy kiss.

The hands I’d been twisting in the sheet now twisted in his hair.

He lashed his tongue against my clit, and I whimpered, rocking and thrusting against him as a lightning-intense storm of pleasure exploded inside me.

The climax had started to fade, but as he thrust his tongue inside me, it swelled back up and started all over again. Dazed, lost in that storm, I sucked in a breath and clung to him.

The scrape of his teeth, the driving rhythm of his tongue, his hands on my hips as he lifted me up, the pounding of my heart inside my chest and the burning ache of oxygen trapped in my lungs, all of it rose up and overwhelmed me. It was like I’d been thrown into a tsunami of pleasure, never quite reaching the surface before another wave swamped me and knocked me back under.

Wracked with it, I was limp by the time he crawled up my body and pressed a kiss to my lips.

I would have reached for him, but I couldn’t even find the strength to lift my hands off the bed.

Sean pulled away, and I whimpered, cursing that lack of strength, although I had no idea how to address it. It was like somebody had removed all my bones and replaced them with warm, pliant taffy.

A few seconds, I told myself. I’d give myself a few seconds, maybe a minute. Then I’d sit up and go get him. Or least call him, tell him to come back here.

A minute passed. At least.

Then maybe another thirty seconds.

“Get up,” I mumbled.

“Why?” Sean asked as he slid back onto the bed.

This time, he was gloriously naked. I felt the brush of his hard legs, dusted with hair as he settled between my thighs. His cock pressed against me, thick and heavy and hot. I gasped, and with that sound, the muscles that had been so lax and loose had enough energy that I was able to reach for him, digging my fingers into his biceps.

“You disappeared,” I said dumbly.

A slow, sexy smile curled his lips. “I had to get rid of my clothes…and grab a rubber.”

“Oh.” A blush spread up my cheeks, hot and instant.

He lowered his head, and in an intimate, tender gesture, rubbed his nose against mine.

“You’re sweet,” he muttered, shifting his attention to my mouth, flicking his tongue against my lips, then pushing inside. He reached down and caught my right thigh, dragging it up and opening me.

Apprehension fluttered inside as he pressed more firmly against me. He was…wow. Instinctively, I tensed.

Sean sensed it and shifted, slipping a hand between us and stroking my clitoris. At the same time, he withdrew, pulling back. The pressure eased, and I relaxed.

He slid forward once more, stopping when I tensed up again.

“You’re going to drive me crazy,” he said against my lips.

“I…” I groaned as he slid farther home, his cock pulsing inside me, caressing and teasing exposed nerve endings. It was erotic and intense and enticing, and I didn’t know if I could stand much more.

A few more of those teasing strokes, a few more taunting repetitions of that give and take, and then he filled me completely.

He swore in a low, shaky voice, and I whimpered, the muscles in my pussy clamping down around him in a spasmodic series of caresses.

“If you keep doing that, I might just lose it completely and come like a fucking teenager,” he said, propping his weight on his elbows so he could stare at me.

Gripping his torso, I wiggled and moved, trying to adjust to the feel of him inside me. It was impossible.

I’d never experienced anything like this.

I didn’t know how that was possible, not after having a serious boyfriend for as long as I had, but I felt more exposed, more naked, more vulnerable in this moment with Sean than I’d ever felt with Wylie.

His cock pulsed again, throbbed. I moaned, and once more tightened around him.

“Don’t do that,” he said raggedly.

“I can’t help it.” And I couldn’t, not any more than I could help thrusting up against him, even though he already filled me completely.

Sean shoved up on to his hands, his hips pinning me completely to the bed. “Tish…” His lashes drifting down, he started to move, slowly at first, then harder, faster.

Digging my heels into the bed, I rocked up, greedy for more. That storm that had washed over me earlier…I could already feel another one building, and this next one would completely eclipse anything and everything I’d ever known.

Sean abruptly went still.

I glared at him, that demand shrieking in howling frustration.

It went silent as he caught me up against him and rolled to his back, pulling me with him. He urged me upward, his hands on my hips. “Ride me, Tish.”

Bracing my hands on his chest, I stared down at him. Slowly, I rolled my hips. He arched up. I moved again, and he did the same.

Flexing my hands, I leaned forward and began to move with more confidence. Sean let go of my hips and slid his hands up to cup my breasts, fingers seeking out my nipples, tugging and rolling them until they were hard, aching points.

It seemed he’d formed a connection between my nipples and clit, and each time he tugged, I felt an answering pull centered straight between my thighs, one that had my pussy clench and tighten around him, one that made me rock and thrust against him faster, harder.

He reached up and shoved a hand into my hair, pulling me down so he could kiss me. His free hand went down and caught my ass, kneading the flesh as he drove up into me.

The orgasm exploded, and I shuddered and moaned and sobbed out into his mouth.

He murmured something I couldn’t understand before moving, rolling us back over. Sprawling between my thighs, he rocked into me faster, harder. His big body shuddered and shook. I clung to him, exhausted and leveled and so complete by that pleasure, I couldn’t even think.