Paul doesn’t give me a chance to change my mind.

His big hands slide up my neck, holding me steady as he smothers my face in kisses before capturing my mouth. I moan and deepen the kiss. Moving without any conscious instruction from me, my hips press forward, rubbing against his hardness, which swells in response.

Paul breaks the kiss, but before I can protest, he bends low and sweeps an arm under my thighs, lifting me up off the ground and against his chest in a move that leaves me breathless.

I nip at his earlobe and squeeze his corded biceps. “Cutting down trees, schlepping me around, seems someone enjoys showing off all these rock-hard muscles.”

“They’re not the only thing I plan on showing off,” he growls as he carries me into the bedroom and deposits me on the bed.

I scramble to the middle of it, fully expecting him to join me. Instead he turns and walks across the room and pushes the door closed.

I raise an eyebrow. “Worried someone’s going to walk into my apartment and be shocked, possibly even scarred for life by the sight of us making love?”

Paul grabs the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulls it over his head. My pussy clenches at the sight of his rock-hard abs.

“I don’t care about people,” he says and crawls onto the bed. “But I don’t want your dog coming in here and pissing on me again.”

I’m laughing so hard I can’t do much more than hold my arms up above my head and lift my hips as he divests me of my jeans and underwear, then everything else.

My burst of laughter dies abruptly as he knees my thighs apart and draws a lazy finger along the opening of my clit. Heat snakes through me. I rear up and press an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his mouth, delighting in the way his skin quivers when I touch it with my skin. Knowing I have the same effect on him that he has on me makes me feel less vulnerable.

Rational thought flees as he places a line of kiss along the line of my sternum. Each kiss sends a shock wave of pleasure jolting through both breasts and my pussy. I run my hands up and down his back. Scrape my nails against his ass.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” he growls against my skin.

“You should have said something sooner.” I nip at his collar bone. “Nothing good ever happens to those who suffer in silence.”

“You’re going to be the one suffering before I’m done with you,” he promises in a dark velvet voice that sends delicious chills racing up my spine. “I plan on making you beg.”

“I can’t wait,” I purr.

“Smart ass.”

His mouth captures mine before I can say another word, his tongue sliding in and out. Lower down, he sinks a finger deep inside of me, and matches the rhythm of his mouth. My shoulders brace against the mattress. I arch my back, crying into his mouth as my body responds to his touch. White light dances behind my closed lids.

While Paul’s tongue continues to ravish my mouth, I twist my hips, bucking against him, trying to drive his finger deeper. He smiles against my mouth before pulling his hand free.

His hands glide along my body, awakening nerves as they go.

Finally, he frees my mouth and we both gasp for air.

Breathing hard, he stares down at me with an awestruck expression, like he can’t quite believe I’m here. “You’re gorgeous,” he says, desire deepening his Southern accent.

He lowers his head, but instead of covering my mouth like I expect, he trails kisses along my jaw, down the curve of my throat, and over the swell of my breast until his mouth finds my nipple and my body starts to hum.

I squirm against him. “Paul.’

“Hmm?”

I bend my knee and rub my thigh against his hip.

“Please, take me. I … I need you. Now.”

He doesn’t wait to be told twice.

He captures my mouth in a kiss I feel all the way to my soul and slides in.

I thought I remembered our night together with perfect clarity, but I hadn’t. The memories, while good, can’t compare to the real thing.

Desperate for something to do, my hands grope at his back, slipping against the sweaty skin as I scream his name. My hips piston against his, driving him on as my inner walls clench, creating so much friction we both shudder and gasp.

I cling to him as, groaning my name, he thrusts one final time and empties himself. The feel of his hot cum coating my inner walls triggers my own release.