“Don’t stop,” she begged.

Time fell away and he was that kid again. He would swear he could hear music from the car radio and feel the slick leather of the backseat. They’d had their favorite positions—ways to make a cramped space workable. Now there was a whole house for them to play in. Assuming he could pause long enough to leave the foyer.

Only he wasn’t going to do anything but keep on pleasing her. How could he resist when she began to whimper? One of Maya’s best qualities was there was no doubt about what was working for her. All the signs were there. He moved a little faster and she trembled. He sucked deeply and she groaned.

He continued to hold her open. Under his palms he felt the first telltale quivers of muscles preparing for her release. Her breathing quickened. She was so close and he was in control.

He slowed, just a little. He circled her with the very tip of his tongue, then flicked across the swollen nub. She gasped again. Behind her, the table shook against the wall.

“Del.”

Pleasure laced with anticipation in her voice. Need, he thought with satisfaction. He pressed his mouth against her clit and sucked. At the same time he pushed two fingers inside of her, then withdrew them before pushing in again. Her body contracted. He began to move his tongue against her, faster and faster until she cried out her release.

He felt her orgasm from the inside out. She tightened around his fingers, drawing him in deeper. He moved his tongue steadily, drawing out her pleasure. She moved her hips, grinding against him, taking it all. Her sharp, high-pitched cries brought him to the edge.

Just a few more seconds, he told himself. That was all he had to hang on.

When the last shudders had faded, he started to stand. She surprised him by kneeling down next to him and undoing his jeans. He decided this was a good time to let her have her way with him and didn’t protest when she jerked down the fabric, along with his boxers. His erection sprang free.

She pushed him onto his back. He lay on her entry carpet, mostly dressed, his dick sticking straight up. Maya straddled him, and he reached into the pocket of his nearby jeans for a condom.

She was flushed, naked and smiling that self-satisfied smile that made a man feel as if he’d conquered the world. He didn’t get long to enjoy the feeling. As soon as she lowered herself onto him, he had other things on his mind. Like how tight and slick and warm she was. How he filled her. Of the aftershock that had them both groaning.

She reached for his hand and placed it between her thighs.

“Rub me.”

He was happy to oblige. She was still swollen and wet. He began to move his thumb against her. Then fumbled the movement as she reached her arms up to hold her hair on top of her head. Maybe under other circumstances, it wasn’t a big deal, but somehow that simple movement exposed her whole body to him.

She began to move.

Del didn’t know what to look at first. Her closed eyes and parted lips. Her bouncing breasts. Her spread legs and his thumb stroking her. It was live, sexy and he was feeling it all. Her riding him, up and down, up and down. The pressure building at the base of his dick, her thighs tightening as she got closer to coming again.

The muscles inside clamped around him. She began to move faster. She lowered her arms to her sides, but kept her head back. Her breasts kept time with their movements. He swore—this was the hottest show ever and he was going to ruin it all by coming. But damn, how was he supposed to hold on?

The change in her breathing caught his attention. He knew she was close. He forced himself to pay attention to how he touched her, doing it just how she liked. Her eyes opened and he watched her get closer and closer. When she was just a heartbeat away, he let go of his control and shoved all the way in.

They came together, gazes locked. She cried out, then massaged him with her body as he released himself in her. The world faded to just the two of them. Time shifted and bent, and he saw the kid he’d been with the girl she used to be.

She sagged down and he caught her. After pulling her against him, he hung on until they could both breathe again. Breathe, but not let go.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MAYA TOLD HERSELF that throwing up in front of her class would not make a good first impression. Still, she couldn’t help the case of nerves that had her hyperventilating as she drove to City Hall, where she would teach her first class in one of the community rooms.

She’d spent the past three nights coming up with her lesson plan. Del had helped and she thought she had a pretty decent handle on what she wanted to talk about. But she’d never actually taught a class before and wasn’t sure what to expect. She supposed in a perfect world, no one would show up. That might hurt her feelings in the short-term, but at least then she wouldn’t have to worry about screwing up.

She walked into the room and found there were already about a dozen people there, including Eddie and Gladys. Del, who had offered to be her assistant, was setting up equipment.

Eddie hurried over. “We told all our friends about your class. Everyone is very excited. Oh, and we told Del he has to work shirtless.”

Maya laughed. “What did he say?”

“He refused, but we’re still working on him. It’s not fair that you keep him all to yourself.”

“I’ll mention that.”

She crossed to the front of the room. Del had unpacked several cameras and lenses, along with a second case with lights and tripods.

“Eddie wants you shirtless,” she told him.

“She said something about that.”