He swallowed the rest of her cry with a kiss before withdrawing almost to the brink before driving home again. The delicious movement of his body inside hers was too much, too good, too fine. She rocked with him, finding his rhythm, closing her eyes and getting lost in the world behind her eyelids. He was so heavy and male and she loved the way he felt, the weight of him and the urgent, demanding stroke of his body inside hers. Tension rose inside her and instinctively she tried to bring him in deeper, arching her back, widening her thighs. Pain shot through her hip, sharp and undeniable, and she instinctively tried to pull away from it, pressing her thighs tight to his. He stilled immediately.
“Cassandra?”
The pain was fading already and she gripped his backside, silently urging him to
