It was morning.

Early morning, yes, but morning just the same.

When he rolled out of bed, I couldn’t help but wake up too. Light filtered in from the bathroom as he turned on the light. It silhouetted what had to be the best damn body I’d ever laid eyes on.

I stayed quiet as he gathered up his clothes in the dim lighting, unfaltering. It was like the darkness didn’t faze him. He ducked into the bathroom but before he closed the door, I was there.

He caught sight of me as I slipped inside with him.

“I guess you have to leave soon.”

“Yeah.” His gaze slid to the sheet I had grabbed from the bed and wrapped around me. “Did I wake you?”

“Not really. I’m not a deep sleeper.” Moving forward, I placed a hand on his chest. His skin was a warm, rich, tanned color, and hot under my hand. I could feel his heartbeat, and as my hand rested there, the rhythm began to increase. “Are you in a hurry?”

He reached out and grabbed my hips. As he tugged me toward him, my skin started to overheat.

“I wasn’t. I am now.” He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to the curve of my neck. “Want to know what I’m in a hurry for, Angel?”

He didn’t even bother to wait for an answer.

Boosting me up, Mac met my eyes. “Aren’t you going to take a guess?”

“My educated guess would be that you’re in a hurry for the same thing I am.” I rocked my hips forward, then pressed something against his shoulder. It was the last condom I had in my suite. It was on the nightstand, and I made a point to grab it on my way in here.

He took it with one hand, using the other to tug the sheet free of my grasp.

“You make excellent educated guesses.”

I kissed him instead of answering. A crazed sort of desperation was burning inside me and the thought of this being the last time with him made me feel a little panicked.

It seemed like forever before he had the condom in place, even longer before he was inside me. But once he angled my hips up and toward him, I placed a hand on his chest and tightened my ankles at his back, gripping him snugly.

“Don’t let it end too fast,” I said.

A taunting smile curled his lips.

“It sounds like you’re giving me permission to play there, Angel.” He caught my lower lip between his teeth and tugged. “You sure that’s smart?”

“None of this is smart.” He rubbed his chest against mine, and my nipples drew in tight until they were pebbles. Breath light and panting, body aching from need, I could hardly wait. “And I don’t care.”

He entered me, slow, taunting me with every inch, driving me insane. Last night, his hair was pulled back in a loose knot at his neck, but it fell free around his shoulders now. Dark, thick, curly waves rubbed against my skin with every move he made. Groaning, I tangled my hands into his hair and arched closer.

“What you’re doing is only going to sap all of my control…I thought you didn’t want this to end too fast?” As he said it, he rubbed his stubbled cheek against my chin.

“I can’t help it. You feel like…”

Too many words filled my brain, words that were a jumbled mess. A one-night stand didn’t warrant any of those words, but each and every one of them were perfect. They fit what I instinctively felt. That he just felt…right. “Please, just…”

He thrust harder, deeper. But the pace was just as slow, causing me to hiss out a breath from the impact. Shaking, I clutched at him.

He kissed me again, and the taste of him just added to the spell he’d managed to cast on my body every time he touched me.

A warm, callused hand slid down my spine, pausing at the dip in my waist before he caught my butt and palmed it, owning me as he lifted me into his thrusts.

“You’re going to come soon.” His words were not a suggestion, but a firm command.

My belly was already tight, my limbs shaking.

“That’s your fault.”

He laughed.

Then he stopped. “You wanted me to make it last.”

I cried out when he withdrew.

“You wanted it to last,” he said again.

A few minutes later, we were in the shower stall with hot water pulsing down around us. Mac turned me to face the wall, guiding my hands to the knee-high bench. He drove into me then, all pretense at teasing gone.

My moan echoed off the walls, mixing in with the deeper rumble of his voice. If it weren’t for his hands steadying me, I might have already collapsed. But that solid, steady grip kept me upright, and I locked my elbows to keep my arms from giving out under me.

His cock swelled and throbbed, the head scraping over my G-spot. And with each stroke, he pulled out to slide over my clit before entering me again.

My heart lurched up into my throat.

I couldn’t breathe.

He whispered my name and I wanted to turn to him, to really see him, but at the same time, I couldn’t stand to pull away, couldn’t stand to stop this.

My orgasm hit hard and fast, knocking me flat. But just when I thought I’d collapse, Mac slid powerful arms around my waist.

“No…” he murmured, guiding my torso upright as he pushed up into me, his movements slower, easier. “Not yet. You can come again. I can feel it. Let me.”

I shook my head. Even in my haziness, I wasn’t sure. No man that I met for a one-night stand should ever get to know my body so well. Mac was too good. Already he could read my capacity for more climaxes?

That was too much power.

Enough to make me addicted to him.

Enough to ruin me.

“Yes,” he insisted.

He slid one hand up my torso, palms over my breast. Then he pinched my nipple. “You’re so hot, Angel. I can feel how wet you are…it’s all over me. I want to lick all that up and taste you. You can come again…”

He dirty talked me right back to the edge, rocked and stroked and teased me.

And when that wasn’t enough to push me over, he slid his fingers down between my thighs and toyed with my clit, alternating between fast and slow circles that caused my core to tighten and raised goosebumps on my skin. I alternated between hot and cold chills, clamping down around him until it almost hurt.

He groaned, the noise vibrating from his body into mine, while his movements became shorter, more determined. His cock was hard enough to bruise.

I came again.

This time, it felt like it’d never end.

He’d been holding back, and I knew the second he stopped because he started to pound me mercilessly.

Harder, faster, as though saying, “Remember this.”

I planned to.

* * *

Water still cascaded down around us.

Blinking, I shoved my hair out of my face and pushed at his chest.

I didn’t remember him moving around and pulling me onto his lap. But then again, things got cloudy after getting up to such a dizzying peak—that almost unending, intense climax.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the multiple jets in the shower stall were spraying just above my face, I might have been happy to sit there until there was no water left. Or at least until I could move without worrying my legs would fold underneath me.

That was a distinct possibility, but I was also getting waterlogged.

“I’m drowning,” I said, wiping the water from my face. Mac’s arm fell from my waist, and I stood. When my legs buckled, I giggled, bracing a hand on his shoulder. He caught my wrist and tugged my hand away as he eased me upright. Kissing my hand, he slid his arm around my waist.

“More waterworks than I’m used to, I’ve gotta say.” He brushed my hair back from my face before turning the water off. “I’m going to…”

His words trailed off as he looked down between us, so I glanced up to find him staring at the tiled floor of the shower stall.

A frown darkened his face.

Looking down, I followed the direction of his eyes.

It didn’t take much to figure out what he was staring at and my heart jumped as I saw what it was that held his attention.

“Well, shit,” Mac said, his voice so full of disgruntlement it almost made me laugh.

But it was kind of hard to find this amusing.

After all, I was staring down at the condom he’d put on.

And it was clearly not on now—at least, not on him.

No, it lay on the floor of the shower stall.

Busted and ripped.

With a gaping tear.

“I take it that didn’t break after you took it off.”

His pale green eyes came to meet mine. “No.”