Jeremy kissed me back so hard that for a second I felt as if I’d floated right off the floor. I let go of his hand to wrap my arms around his chest, wanting to feel the heat of his body all against mine. He angled his head to deepen the kiss. His fingers tangled in my hair, sending pleasant shivers all through my scalp and down my spine. Our tongues danced together with a hot, slick slide.

I’d never felt like this before about anyone—so hungry, so caught up in the urge to devour him or to be devoured, whichever happened first. A needy ache had already formed between my thighs. I hadn’t even been on a date since before Gran died. It’d been too long. And for the first time I was with a man who didn’t pull back or keep me at a distance.

Jeremy had trusted me with his deepest secrets. We were in this together now.

I walked us backward until my legs hit the end of the bed. Then I sank down to sit there, pulling Jeremy with me. I slid my hands under his shirt, wanting it off him, finally. I’d felt the sculpted muscles beneath that silky hot skin an hour ago. It was about time I saw them too.

Jeremy eased back at my tug with a wry smile. He yanked his T-shirt the rest of the way off, rumpling his dark brown hair, and tossed it on the floor. He sat there for a moment, letting me just look at him.

And look at him I did. My eyes roved over his broad shoulders and the well-defined muscles below, all the way down to the sparse trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waist of his jeans. Where a very obvious bulge had formed against his fly. The ache between my legs intensified.

I raised my hand to Jeremy’s neck and traced it down his chest, following the lines of his muscles, teasing over one nipple with my thumb. Reveling in how he could feel so strong and so gentle at the same time. His eyelids lowered, a pleased rumble carrying from his lungs.

I undid the button at the collar of my blouse and pulled it off. Jeremy’s eyes widened, taking me in, naked from the waist up except for my bra. My breath caught at the heat in his eyes.

“Grace,” he said, almost a groan.

Then we were kissing again, hard. Jeremy ran his hands up the bare skin of my stomach to cup my breasts. I whimpered as he stroked them through my bra. My body was already trembling with bliss and the anticipation of more to come.

With a rough noise, Jeremy reached behind me to undo the clasp at my back. He peeled off my bra and tipped me over on the bed in the same smooth movement. My giggle turned into a gasp of pleasure as he caressed my breasts skin to skin. The heel of his hands swiveled against my nipples, drawing them to tighter peaks and making me squirm.

He kissed his way down my neck, stopping to nip the crook of my shoulder, my collarbone. Then his hot breath spilled over my breasts. He sucked the tip of one into his mouth, and I moaned. He tested and teased it with his tongue while his hand drove me wild on the other side. When I was keening with need, he trailed his lips across my chest and started the blissful torture all over again.

“Jeremy,” I murmured. “Oh, God.” I was on fire with need now. What he was doing felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough.

I cupped the back of his head and tugged his mouth back to mine. He leaned over me, his bare chest grazing my breasts. He rocked against them in a teasing rhythm that made me moan again. I arched my hips up. His hard cock brushed my core. He groaned and kissed me harder.

My fingers slid along the waist of his jeans and found the button of his fly. After a brief fumble, I got it undone and started on the zipper. Jeremy made a choked sound as my knuckles caressed his hard cock.

“Grace,” he said before I could curl my fingers right around it. I looked up at his handsome face, flushed and bright with desire. He wet his lips. His voice came out strained. “Are you sure? I can’t promise— I don’t know what will happen even tomorrow. I want to stay. I do. But it’s not just myself I have to think about.”

Didn’t he know that the fact that he’d bothered to ask just made me love him more? And that was what this feeling was. I was falling in love with him. So fast and so far, but nothing had ever felt this right.

“Even if you have to leave tomorrow and I never see you again, I’d still want this right now,” I said. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

He let out a hoarse chuckle. “I can’t imagine it could be more than I want you.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Then what are you waiting for?”

That question got me a full laugh. A laugh and another kiss that left my head spinning. We scooted up on the bed together to find the pillows. Jeremy kicked off his jeans as he went. He eased off mine and lowered himself over me. I raised my knees, letting him settle between my thighs. Just two thin layers of fabric between us, my panties and his silky boxers. I ground against him with an impatient whimper.

“You feel so fucking good, and I’m not even inside you yet,” he muttered into my hair before nibbling my earlobe. I gasped and bucked toward him. He groaned, meeting my hips with the same rhythm. Pleasure spiraled out from my core in desperate waves. It still wasn’t enough.

I reached between us and grasped his cock as I’d meant to before. Jeremy’s breath stuttered. He held himself still as I stroked up and down his length through his boxers. Tugging back the waistband, I slipped my fingers right inside. The feel of his satiny hot shaft made me moan.

“Grace,” Jeremy murmured. “Grace.” He kissed my mouth, my cheek, and the side of my neck between pants for breath. Heat and tension radiated all through his body, symptoms of the same need that was coiled through mine.

I flicked my thumb over the head of his cock. His body shuddered eagerly. Then he hesitated.

“I don’t know if I have— God, it’s been so long. I want to be inside you so badly, but we can’t risk—”

Fuck. I’d hardly even thought of precautions, I’d been so eager for him. But it wasn’t a problem.

“My purse,” I mumbled.

Jeremy drew back from me for one aching second to grab the purse and drop it onto the bed beside me. I fished through its contents and produced my single, previously overly hopeful just-in-case condom.

“You are fucking amazing,” Jeremy said. I had to grin at the glee in his voice.

I wrenched at his boxers as he ripped the packet with his teeth. A second later, I’d wriggled out of my panties. Then he was sliding against my sex, less than an inch from slipping right inside. My fingers dug into his shoulders.

Jeremy’s breath was ragged, but he stopped just for a moment to press a tender kiss to my lips. The kiss went on and on, deepening as our mouths claimed each other, until I almost forgot where I ended and he began. He traced his hand down my side and under my hips. I arched up to meet him, and he eased into me.

He filled me slowly, torturously, but the stretch of his hard length felt oh, so good. I rocked against him, urging him deeper. My legs splayed, ankles crossing behind him, opening myself as much as I could.

Jeremy groaned. He slid all the way in, shifted back, and plunged into me again. Pleasure rang all through my nerves. He found a rhythm, and I matched it, rising to meet each thrust. Sweat beaded on our skin as our chests slipped against each other. I clutched Jeremy tighter, a gasp escaping my lips.

“So good,” he murmured. “Fucking hell. Whatever happens, I’m going to remember this for the rest of my life, Grace. Just you.”

I whimpered in answer, beyond words now. My hips pumped toward his, chasing my release. My gaze drifted away from him and caught on the bedside lamp. Which was hovering a foot off the night table. The clock was floating beside it, spinning in a slow circle.

A giggle burst from my throat. Jeremy’s eyes darted up. The second he saw what his talent was inadvertently doing, the objects clattered back onto the night table. He let out a ragged laugh.

“When I get caught up in the moment...”

“Mmm,” I said, hugging him to me. “Go ahead. Lose control with me.”

The desire in his eyes flamed hotter. He shifted my hips higher against him, pumping faster. His cock hit the most sensitive spot inside me. I moaned. “Oh. Oh, yes. Right there.”

Jeremy hummed encouragingly and picked up his pace even more. He stroked against that hot spot again, and again, and—

Pleasure burst through my body. My eyes rolled back in my head as the waves of it rolled over me. I clenched around him, shaking with bliss. “Oh, Jeremy.”

The sound of his name seemed to tip my lover over after me. With a choked sound, his hips jerked against mine. He thrust a few more times as I glided on my orgasm. “Grace. Grace. Grace,” he murmured as his body shuddered against mine.

We rocked to a stop, both of us hot and sweaty and utterly sated. Jeremy rolled onto his side and pulled me to him. He nuzzled the side of my face.

“Not a bad start. Imagine what we could do with a little more practice.”

I laughed and nestled against him, breathing in his warm, summery scent. Wishing I didn’t have to worry that we might not get the chance to get in even one more round of that practice.