He straightened first, easing out of her slowly, and she felt the loss of him everywhere at once. She stayed where she was, face still against the table, listening to his breathing and her own. She wasn't sure she could even move.
Then his hands were on her, gentle, turning her over, helping her sit up. He smoothed her skirt down, tugged the cups of her bra back into place, and started on the buttons of her blouse he'd undone, his fingers surprisingly gentle after the way he had just taken her.
"I was rough with you," he said quietly, not quite meeting her eyes. "Too rough, maybe."
She caught his hand before he could finish the last button, holding it against her chest so he'd stop and look at her.
"I liked it," she said. "Every second." She didn't want him to think he had hurt her bec
