Her heart was in her throat. Her pussy ached. Her stomach churned. She needed him to touch her, and she was afraid he wouldn’t. Afraid he’d have an attack of nobility or something that would make him insist she didn’t really want this and he wasn’t going to take advantage.

Really, men could be so silly sometimes. She held her breath, waiting. And then his fingers glided against her again, and she hissed as his thumb skated over her clitoris. The aftershocks sizzled through her like a flash fire.

“You’re so wet for me, Miranda. I love it.”

Before she could reply, he spread her with his thumbs and touched his tongue to her clit. She saw stars. Her hands automatically went to his head, her fingers shoving into his hair.

He hummed a laugh, and the stars intensified. It wasn’t going to take long at this rate, which both excited and disappointed her at the same time. Hell yes, she wanted to come.

But not so fast. She wanted this incredible feeling of excitement and tension to last longer than five seconds.

It wasn’t in the cards. He sucked her clit into his mouth the way he had her nipples—and she exploded. He tugged on her gently but firmly, and the stars behind her eyes went completely white.

She rose off the bed, arching into him, shoving her hips into his face as she sought every drop of pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking, didn’t stop making her come. It lasted far longer than she’d thought it would, her limbs dissolving into nothingness, her blood pounding in her veins, her skin on fire with heat, her voice a raw sound in her throat as she cried out.

And then he was kissing his way up her belly, stopping to shower attention on her nipples again before finding his way to her mouth and taking it in a hot, wet kiss. She tasted herself, but she didn’t mind. Her body floated in a sea of satisfaction—and yet she sensed there was more pleasure to come if she had the strength for it.

“My turn,” she said when he finally broke the kiss.

“Nah, baby, not this time,” he murmured, licking the skin of her throat. “I want to be inside you.”

She wanted it too.

“Got to get a condom,” he said, rolling away from her and reaching for something. His bag on the floor. A moment later he was back, shorts gone and a foil packet in his hand.

“Let me.” She took it from him and ripped it open with surprisingly shaky fingers. What the hell?

He lay back to give her access. She wrapped her hand around him, her gut clenching. Oh my… he was so solid. So big and hard. She rolled the condom down as far as she could, and then she let him go. He didn’t move or speak, and neither did she.

Then he reached out and ran the back of his hand against her cheek. “You sure about this, Miranda Jane?”

Her pulse skittered. Her belly tightened. She put a hand on his wrist and ran it up his arm. “I want you, Cody. That hasn’t changed in the past few minutes.”

“That’s good to hear, baby, because I’m aching for you something powerful right now.”

Her confidence surged. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. His broad hands clamped around her hips, gently, as she sat there and stared down at the smooth skin and hard muscle beneath her.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said and then blushed. What the fuck? She did not do sweet nothings. Not even with Mark—and she’d thought she was in love with him at one time.

“Thanks, honey. But I can’t hold a candle to you.” He reached up and toyed with her nipples, those sensitive little beasts that tingled and ached anew at his touch. “Love these nipples. So beautiful and responsive.”

She’d always hated her nipples. They were too big, too prone to showing through her clothing when she was cold or aroused. But when Cody touched them, she felt like they were indeed special.

“They love you too,” she said on a sigh.

He lifted his head and pulled her forward until he could suck one into his mouth. “Mmmm, sweet,” he said. “Like the rest of you.”

Her juices were dripping down her thighs now. Much more of that and she’d embarrass herself with how wet she was.

He reached between them, his fingers skimming her clit.

“You are so fucking wet,” he groaned. “It’s a crime you’ve been celibate—but the caveman in me is pretty damned happy you were. Because I get to be the man who reminds you how awesome sex can be.”

“Don’t disappoint me,” she said hoarsely.

“Not a chance, sunshine. You’re gonna melt, baby. Swear it.”

She believed him. He gripped his cock then and positioned it beneath her. She didn’t need any urging to sink down on him. Her muscles burned in spite of how wet she was, because it had been so long.

And maybe because he was hung. Seriously hung. She sucked in a breath and told herself to relax. But she needn’t have worried because Cody circled her clit again and again with his thumb. He didn’t move at all, didn’t shove himself inside her and pump like his life depended on it.

She had to admit that she’d half feared that, even though he’d been patient enough to take care of her first. Some men were that way. They thought because they got you off that you then didn’t care what they did in order to get themselves off.

“You okay?” he asked when he slid all the way home.

She could feel him pulsing inside her. Feel his power and his restraint.

And she suddenly wanted to own that power. Wanted to shatter that restraint.

“Never better,” she said as she started to move on him. She went slowly at first, letting her body grow accustomed to him, and then faster as the pressure built deep inside her again.

She threw her head back, curled her nails into his shoulders. He gripped her hips—to steady her or direct her she didn’t know—but let her set the pace.

“Oh God,” she gasped as the tension inside her tightened almost unbearably. “It’s so good… So. Damn. Good…”

He put his thumb right where it bumped against her clit as she bounced up and down on him. She’d thought she could hold out, thought it would take a little longer to reach her climax—but she was wrong.

She shattered with a hoarse cry. She would have collapsed against him, but he flipped her like she was made of feathers, pushing her legs wide and pumping into her in just such a way that he hit the bundle of nerves in her G-spot.

“Keep coming for me, Miranda,” he commanded her, never letting up, never tiring as he pressed her into the mattress. The bed squeaked mightily and the headboard rocked against the wall, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the orgasm ripping through her body at that moment.

It was the most intense, the most surprising, sexual experience of her life. Maybe it was the situation and the tension, or maybe it was the man. Whatever it was, her body was on fire with pleasure.

“Cody,” she cried out. “Oh fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“As much as you want, baby. I’m here.”

She didn’t know how long the orgasm lasted, but Cody was good as his word. He pumped into her hard and quick, dragging it out. When she was spent, when he felt the tension in her limbs release, he gave in to his own pleasure, his body stilling as he shoved deep and let go. Only the jerk of his hips and the harshness of his breath in her ear told her he was coming.

When it was over, he kissed her cheek, her neck, then licked her nipple before getting off her and disappearing to take care of the condom.

Miranda stretched happily. Yeah, maybe she’d regret this in the morning, but right now? Hell, right now she was congratulating herself on such a good idea. Now if only she could manage to fall asleep, her night would be perfect.

As if thinking about it made it happen, sleep crashed down on her and she heard no more.